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Graveyard Shift

For a prompt from @unika542.

Summary: Realizing Misty is battling insomnia, Cordelia sets her text tone to the loudest one so she will awaken whenever Misty needs her.

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Cordelia burned the midnight oil in her room, leaning over her bed. She had spread out ancient tomes as she planned class plans for the following weeks. The work of the Supreme was never finished, but she had to try to get her act together for the number of students she was now responsible for. Her council, not much more than students themselves, helped as they could, but there were only so many of them in a large school, and they all had their own haunts to deal with. Some more than others, Cordelia realized, sucking on her lower lip. Misty’s eyes hadn’t been the same since Cordelia had retrieved her from hell. They were emptier, less light, now.

Cell phone buzzing, Cordelia glanced at the screen. Yikes. Three in the morning. But Misty’s name on the notification caught her eye. She opened it. “You up?” Misty had asked her.

Pursing her lips, Cordelia reclined in her bed. The pillows were so luxurious where she struck her head, and with their touch, she realized for the first time how exhausted she was. “Yeah,” she texted back. “You okay?”

The gray bubble of Misty’s reply appeared and disappeared and appeared and disappeared again. Cordelia waited. Then, finally, Misty texted her, “No.” Cordelia frowned and reached for her reading glasses, sensing this conversation was going to be long enough that squinting would give her a headache.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can’t sleep. Nightmares.”

Cordelia didn’t know why she was surprised. Misty had endured a great ordeal—several, actually. She couldn’t expect to walk away from everything unscathed. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

A gif appeared of a cat shaking its head. “I don’t want to think about it.” She sent Cordelia another gif of a fat baby laughing. “Are you going to bed? I don’t want to keep you up.”

A smile graced Cordelia’s face at the sight of the chubby baby kicking its legs in its crib. She rolled onto her side, holding her phone out. “No, I’m gonna be up for awhile yet.” It was true; she was going to be up as long as Misty needed her. “Pick your poison: fat babies, sad puppies, evil kittens.”

Misty sent a crying-laughing emoji. “Hit me with your best shot.”

Cordelia did so. She fired off photo after photo of chubby babies, sad-faced puppies with all of their hanging folds, and kittens laughing with unsheathed claws at explosions in the background. A few of them, Misty sent back to her with captions added to make them into memes. Each one made Cordelia laugh; Misty had a brilliant sense of humor. “You’re funny,” Cordelia sent back to her, and she found a gif of a guy doubling over laughing and slapping his knee.

A heart appeared. “Thank you, Miss Cordelia. I appreciate it.”

“Are you okay now?”

“I will be. I’ll let you sleep.”

“I’m here if you need me, ever.” Another heart emoji answered her, and Cordelia closed the conversation. She was tired… but she didn’t trust that Misty was okay, like she said she would be. She opened her settings and changed Misty’s text tone to a stupid foghorn noise. Madison liked to sneak behind her back at times and change all of her text tones to the foghorn noise. It always caught her off-guard, and she hoped it would work to get her attention if Misty needed her again. She blinked at Misty's picture on the text conversation. She was beautiful. I hope I can help her.

…

About a week passed before Cordelia’s phone made the foghorn noise. This time, it did wake her up from a dead sleep. She rolled over, fumbling around for her phone on the charger. Holding her phone away from her face, she squinted at the screen. Misty’s name topped the notification. “Are you awake?”

Cordelia flicked on the bedside lamp and sat up, putting on her reading glasses. “Yeah. What’s up?”

“I’m lonely.”

Cordelia’s heart chipped off at the sight of those two little words. Misty was asking her for help… She needed a friend. I’m here for her. “What can I do to help?” she asked.

“Can we just talk for awhile?”

“Sure.” Cordelia scrolled through her camera roll, looking for a silly picture to send Misty. It took her a moment to land on a picture of a puppy hugging a kitten, but once she did, she tapped it and forwarded it into their conversation.

Misty didn’t give her the answer she was looking for. “Aw.”

Two letters? Cordelia thought. I have to be able to do better than that. If puppies, kittens, and other infants of all species wouldn’t cheer Misty up, she had to up her game. That meant asking Misty. “What’s bothering you?” She tacked a heart emoji onto the end, hoping to entice Misty to answer her honestly.

It worked. “I smell smoke whenever I wak up. I can’ scape it. It follow me from my dream.” Her hands were shaking, Cordelia noticed, the way her words didn’t fit together exactly right. She’s not okay. But then, the little gray typing bubble appeared again, and Misty sent a fuzzy picture of the night sky. “Moon is beutiful tonite. Stars brite.” The camera wouldn’t focus on the sky, making nothing but little streaks of light on a black background, like Cordelia’s astigmatism.

Whatever was wrong with Misty, Cordelia didn’t think she could fix it via text. Those anxious, shaky hands would come between them. She needed to use her speaking words, not her thumbs. “Where are you?”

“Roof.”

Frowning, Cordelia donned her robe and slipped her phone into its pocket, and then she tiptoed out of her bedroom. The ladder to Spalding’s attic was down. Cordelia climbed up it, careful not to get any splinters in her hands, and emerged in his bedroom, filled with weird antique dolls and a horrible stench like rotting bodies. “Ugh.” We’ve gotta clean this room out. She didn’t know what had happened to Spalding, but clearly he was gone for good, and if they allowed that odor to go unchecked, they would be lucky if they didn’t get the building condemned.

The window stood wide open, the silver moonlight flowing into the room. On the flattest part of the roof, Misty rested, stared down at her phone and a lit joint in her other hand. Smoke curled from its tip and formed rings from her open mouth. Her hands shuddered with anxiety. Her hair was tousled, as if from tossing and turning for hours. She wore only a sheer nightgown, and her flesh formed goosebumps all over her limbs. The wind carried the smell of pot away from her.

Cordelia crawled onto the roof, using her feet to brace herself against the shingles. “Hey.” Misty jumped in surprise, blinking back at her, and she started looking for a place to hide her lit joint. “Hey—It’s okay. You don’t have to hide anything from me.” She sat beside Misty. Her fingers still trembled. Cordelia took Misty by the hand and flattened out her fingers. “Talk to me.”

“Just needed to calm my nerves,” Misty mumbled. She offered the joint to Cordelia. “Want some?”

Had it been anyone else, Cordelia would’ve refused, but it was Misty, and Cordelia wanted to make sure she felt welcomed and acknowledged and understood, so she accepted the joint and took a long, deep hit on it. Her lungs crackled and burned. She battled with herself to keep from coughing so she could hold in the deep breath as she passed the lit joint back to Misty. Her brain clouded up, all fuzzy and soft. She coughed, unable to shake the piercing pain in her chest. “Jesus,” she gasped. She leaned back. Dizziness overwhelmed her. “That’s some strong shit.”

“Yeah.” Misty kept puffing on it. “You alright?” Cordelia lay on her back, gazing up at the stars. Misty was right. They were beautiful tonight. The whole sky had her in awe. Misty grinned down at her and copied her, lying back on the roof. “Ain’t it beautiful?”

“Mhm.” Cordelia didn’t feel as chilly now. She kept Misty’s hand in hers. “Do you come out here a lot?”

“Whenever I can’t sleep, unless it’s raining,” Misty confirmed. “Sometimes when it’s raining…” She gave the joint back to Cordelia, who took another hit. The second one didn’t cramp her lungs as badly. “This is the only place I feel like—like a normal person,” she whispered. “The cold air, and the stars… I don’t know. It makes me feel. It’s the only time I ever really do feel.” When she took the lit joint from Cordelia, she took a final hit from it before it disintegrated into nothing, and she dropped it from the roof. “I feel so numb…”

Misty’s hand in hers was bony but warm. Cordelia gave it a squeeze. She tingled all over. That’s some good stuff. She turned her head to look at Misty. “I want to help.” The wind carried her voice. A small, sad smile touched Misty’s face. “What can I do?”

“You’re here.”

But that’s not enough. Cordelia couldn’t heal Misty. “When did it start?” she asked.

Long, spidery fingers shifted in Cordelia’s, taking their hands from clasped to folding their fingers together in a series of mountains and valleys between their knuckles. “When he lit the match.” Misty’s eyes were distant, unfocused. In their depths, the starlight reflected. Cordelia imagined an ember there, too, lying deep in the navy tones of Misty’s eyes, only coming to the surface when she remembered her darkest hours. “The gasoline hurt when he poured it on me. It burned, kinda, like acid. And it tasted—it tasted so bad. I was choking on the vapor before I ever saw the flame. And then he struck the match. That was the last thing I felt, when he dropped it on me.” Misty’s distant eyes moved to the sky. “Now, any touch… That’s all I can remember, or I don’t feel it at all.”

Cordelia watched her, tears budding in her eyes as the moonlight glimmered over Misty’s alabaster face. “What did it feel like?”

Misty’s eyes flitted to Cordelia, coming into focus. “Not everything feels like something else.” She squeezed Cordelia’s hand, and then she looked away. “I’m sorry if I woke you up. I don’t want to bother you.”

“It’s an honor.” Cordelia stroked the back of Misty’s hand with her thumb. “I care about you, Misty… I want you to be okay.” These words brought Misty’s eyes back to her face. “And maybe together, we can work on that—that not-feeling thing.”

Teary blue eyes met Cordelia’s. “It’s scary. It hurts to try to break out of it. I think I’m safer this way.”

“But you know that’s not healthy.” Misty nodded, averting her eyes. “Maybe we can just start with a hug?” she suggested.

Misty chuckled, a wry, quiet thing. “Okay.” She opened her arms.

Cordelia blinked a few times up at her. Her limbs didn’t seem to want to coordinate themselves for her to sit up and meet Misty halfway. “I’m so high that if I move, I’ll fall off the roof… so you come to me?”

Misty giggled. It was light and happy. Cordelia hoped she got to hear it many more times. Her arms wrapped around Cordelia, and her floral scent wreathed them in joy. Cordelia held onto her body as Misty helped pull her up. The world spun around. Cordelia laughed. Misty didn’t let go, and neither did Cordelia. “You can’t take your pot very well, can you?”

“I haven’t smoked since college.”

“You could’ve said no,” Misty pointed out gently. “I would’ve understood.”

“I wanted you to be impressed.”

“Impressed by you unable to move on the roof and having to roll you back inside? You’re right, I’m riveted,” Misty teased. She helped Cordelia sit up. “Thank you, Miss Cordelia.” The wind tousled her pale gold hair, almost silver beneath the full moon. “I appreciate your help.”

Cordelia smiled. “Anytime. I don’t mind. I want to be here for you.” She fumbled for the open window and managed to land on her feet, with Misty clinging onto the back of her robe to keep her from stumbling over herself. “What was Spalding doing up here? It reeks.”

Misty shrugged. “I looked for it, but I can’t find the source. But the dolls are super creepy.”

“Well, we can clean it up so you don’t have to climb through it when you need the roof.” Cordelia stifled a yawn with the palm of her hand. “I bet these dolls are worth some money.”

“Probably.” Cordelia stumbled over the opening to the ladder. “Careful, there.” Misty steadied her. “Let me go first. I’ll catch you if you’re too messed up to use the rungs like a person.” Cordelia snorted. “Sh! People are asleep. They’ll hear you.” Cordelia found this especially amusing and covered her mouth with her hand to try to muffle the sounds. Misty walked her back to her bedroom. “Get some sleep, Miss Cordelia.”

“I will.” Cordelia paused outside the door, and Misty looked at her expectantly before sinking into another hug. “Goodnight, Misty. Text me if you need anything.”

“Thank you. I will.”

Cordelia closed her bedroom door, but she left it unlocked, just in case Misty decided to follow her into the room.

…

Several weeks passed. Misty interrupted Cordelia’s sleep a few times. Each time, the foghorn awoke Cordelia, and she promptly answered it. Misty shared with her, little by little, and they exchanged memes and pictures. They worked together on cleaning out the attic, so twice, Cordelia joined her on the roof in the middle of the night, and they watched the stars or the sunrise.

The sunrise had never been so beautiful as it was when it struck Misty’s exhausted face and rumpled hair.

Cordelia had just started to drift off to sleep when a ragged scream pierced the air, echoing through the walls. “Huh?” She pushed herself up onto her elbows and tore off her sleep mask, reaching for the lamp on her bedside table. The foghorn noise blinged off thrice in succession. She jumped out of the bed and dropped her phone. “Goddammit!” She fumbled around on the floor to find it.

Misty’s name scrolled across her screen. She slid the notification open. “HELL.” The next messaged was, “HHELP,” followed by a quick, “PLEAS.” Cordelia flung her phone back onto the mattress when Misty’s patchy cry ripped between the walls again, inconsolable and distraught. Her feet slapped the hardwood floor, rushing to Misty’s bedroom door. She flung it open. Misty thrashed on the bed in the dark. The blankets had tangled up around her like ropes. She battled them, tearing at them, as she gnashed her teeth and wailed.

“Misty!” Her name didn’t disturb her from this nightmare. Cordelia tore the blankets from Misty’s body and tossed them onto the floor. Astonished, terrified blue eyes wrenched open, bloodshot and rimmed in red. They couldn’t focus on Cordelia; they were with her mind, somewhere far, far away. Her cell phone was facedown on the floor. “Misty—” Cordelia sat beside her on the bed. She reached to take one of Misty’s hands.

Recoiling like Cordelia had burned her, she shrieked again. “It burns! Don’t touch me, it burns, it hurts!” She retreated into the corner of her bed, wedging herself up against the wall. Her eyes didn’t see anything at all, nothing but shadows and flames. Hands bunched into fists, she curled up into a ball, hitting herself. “Make it stop!”

Cordelia followed her. “Misty, I’m here—I’m here.” She placed her hands on Misty’s shoulders, drawing her near, pinning her arms to her sides so she couldn’t hit herself. “You’re hurting yourself.” Misty howled, unintelligible but anguished, in response to Cordelia’s gentle touch. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.” She pressed Misty’s face into the crook of her neck, snot and tears and thick saliva pouring from her face over Cordelia’s robe. There was a warm, wet spot in the center of the bed, and the heady scent of urine clung to the front of Misty’s nightgown. “Misty, I’ve got you, I’m here.”

Another wail flew from Misty’s lips, muffled against Cordelia’s shoulders, and she writhed in terror and in pain. “It burns!”

“It doesn’t burn, it’s in your head—you’re here, you’re safe—” The lights flicked on, and Cordelia lifted a hand to shield her face, but icy water dumped over the bed, bathing both her and Misty in a frigid shower. “J-Jesus Christ.” Using her hand, Cordelia flung the slushy droplets from her eyelashes, peering up at Madison, Zoe, Nan, and Queenie, who all hovered over the bed. Madison still clutched the bucket she had used to pitch the water onto them, her jaw set and firm. “What the hell has gotten into you girls?”

Slowly, Madison lowered the bucket, setting it on the floor with a hollow click. “Sorry. That’s the only thing we’ve found that works.” The girls gathered around, sitting in a circle on the piss-soaked, frigid bed, ice cubes and water pooling on the covers. “We would’ve been faster, but somebody was occupying the upstairs tub.”

“Oh, back off,” Queenie snapped. “She hadn’t had one in weeks. I thought I could use a bath bomb in the middle of the night in peace for once.”

Motionless and quiet, a shiver passed through Misty’s body. Cordelia looked back at her. What Madison had said was true—her teary blue eyes were lucid again. “Thank you,” Misty whispered, her voice hoarse and brittle. She didn’t let go of Cordelia, and Cordelia smoothed a hand up her back. She flinched and grimaced. The phantom pain hadn’t left her yet. Azure eyes averted to the side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake all of you again.”

How many times has this happened? Clearly, before they’d acted fast enough to keep it from waking Cordelia—or she was an abnormally heavy sleeper, which she found unlikely. “Does this happen often?” she asked, tucking a sweaty and wet blonde curl behind Misty’s ear. Her eyes fluttered closed at the intimate touch.

“It used to be every other night,” Zoe said, sitting cross legged on the bed in spite of the wet blankets. “Nan would hear it coming before it happened, so Queene would put a silencing spell on the room so nobody else woke up, and Madison would fill up the super soakers.”

“It was like storming the beaches of Normandy every night around four AM,” Nan affirmed with a pleased nod.

No wonder they all seemed so tired all the time. Cordelia was ashamed she had missed it. All this time, she had regretted the council had too much drama to support Misty the way she needed it… Maybe I was the one failing Misty. Misty blinked a few times. “What happened to the super soakers?” she rasped.

“You kept exploding them with your mind,” Madison reminded her, sitting beside Zoe, and her voice was unusually smooth and soothing—no hint of sarcasm or bullying. “The bucket is altogether more effective.” Misty blinked a few times, wiping the icy drops from her eyelashes. She carried a dazed look, her trembling hand in Cordelia’s. Cordelia didn’t allow an inch of space between them. “But your bed is ruined. C’mon, get up. You can have Zoe’s bed. It’s her turn to wash your bedclothes.”

“It was my turn the last time.”

“It’s definitely Madison’s turn,” Nan insisted.

“Madison just carried a five gallon bucket of ice water up the stairs from the backyard, so it’s somebody else’s turn,” Madison reminded them.

A wrinkle appeared between Misty’s eyebrows. “Why didn’t you just float it?” Her voice was barely audible over the rest of the girls tittering. They were so familiar with this routine.

“Why didn’t you just float it?” Madison mimed in a high-pitched voice, and a sleepy, odd smile crossed Misty’s face, her fatigued eyes crinkling at the corners when she breathed a chuckle out of her nose. “When I’m having panic attacks in the middle of the night, you can float all the water you want.”

Cordelia pressed her hand into the small of Misty’s back. “Don’t worry about the bedclothes, girls. I’ll get them tomorrow.” It was the least she could do, given she had somehow managed to miss all of this for months. Misty clutched her hand tightly, like she feared she would leave, but Cordelia wasn’t going anywhere. “Come with me.” Misty hitched a tight breath when Cordelia touched new parts of her body. “You can take a bath, and I’ll get you some clean clothes. You can stay with me.” Gangly limbs unfolded from where Misty had wedged herself in the corner between her bed and the wall, and she slid across the soaking sheets to follow Cordelia’s gentle touch.

Misty looked back at all of them. “Thank you,” she uttered. Their gazes followed them down the hallway. Cordelia opened her bedroom door and gently closed it behind them, the latch clicking into place. Misty didn’t make eye contact with her. “I’m awful sorry I woke you up.”

A hand went to caress Misty’s cheek, but she flinched away. Cordelia kept her hand to herself. “Misty, I’m not upset… I want to take care of you.” A harsh shudder passed through Misty’s limbs. “Let me draw you a bath, okay?”

“Cold water, please—” Misty’s voice cracked.

“Okay,” Cordelia agreed. She did as she promised, running the water as cold as it would go and filling it with bubbles She gathered up a towel and a nightgown and folded them in the bathroom where Misty could reach them, and then she left the door open for Misty, who stood like a phantom, gazing at the floor. “Hey.” She didn’t touch Misty again. “Are you okay?”

Misty nodded. They both understood it was a lie. “Can I leave the bathroom door open?” she whispered. “So I can see you?”

“Of course. I’ll stay right in bed.” Misty hesitated before she extended a shaking hand to Cordelia. Cordelia took her by the fingertips, not touching anything else, and brushed the pads of her fingers across them. “Call me if you need anything.” She lingered there until Misty pulled away, and she headed for the bathroom. Misty left the door to the bathroom ajar, wide open, so they could see each other, and like this, she stripped herself of her clothing.

Cordelia kept her eyes to herself, viewing only a flash of ivory skin before she turned her back and changed out of her own sodden nighty in exchange for a clean, dry one. She settled herself onto the bed, the covers drawn back from where she had flung them when she had scrambled to Misty’s side. In her haste, she had folded her phone up in the blankets, and now she reached under them to find it. As she searched, the foghorn noise rolled in. Cordelia blinked in surprise, following the noise and pulling the phone out. Misty had just texted her. She took her phone with her in the bathroom, Cordelia realized.

“I don’t remember texting you,” Misty said.

A small smile touched Cordelia’s face. “I’m glad you did.” She sent a heart emoji and a heart-kiss emoji. Misty sent her a heart of a different color and some heart eyes. “Is it easier to text than talk?”

“My throat hurts.” She was screaming, Cordelia acknowledged. Of course her throat hurt. But then, Misty added, “My chest hurts when I have that dream. The fumes still burn. My skin still hurts.” Cordelia’s phone made the foghorn sound again. “I didn’t realize your text tone was so loud.” Another foghorn noise.

Cordelia smiled, tilting her head back as she relaxed in the bed. “I turn it on loud at night so I’ll wake up if somebody needs something.” It was only partially a lie, that only Misty’s texts made the foghorn sound and everyone else was expected to wait until the sun came up for their chance at Cordelia’s attention. “You can use the lotion in there if you want.” She hoped the invitation would help Misty’s nerves adjust to the real world, to the awakening world, instead of being dragged back into her memory again and again.

“Thanks.” Foghorn noise. Cordelia sent her a heart, and she listened as Misty splashed in the tub and rinsed her body and her hair. Cordelia put her phone aside. She grew sleepy, but she stayed there, sitting up against her pillows, until she heard Misty unplug the drain and all the water rush down it. From where she sat in bed, she could see Misty stepping out of the tub and hastily drying herself. She rubbed her hair and her body. This time, Cordelia couldn’t bring herself to avert her eyes—perhaps she was too tired to remember to be couth. If Misty noticed, she didn’t mind or say anything. She donned the sheer lace nightgown Cordelia had given her, and she placed her dirty clothes and the wet towel in the hamper.

Misty sat down on the bed beside Cordelia, on the edge, like she was afraid to encroach upon too much of Cordelia’s space. She shivered from head to toe. Her lips were blue with the cold. Cordelia lifted her eyes to look at her. “You’re freezing.” She pulled the covers back. “Come here, let me warm you up.”

Blue eyes found hers, and she grimaced as she scooted along the sheet. Even the smooth fabric irritated her body. “The cold helps,” she whispered. Her lower jaw chattered. The tips of her fingers, too, were tinted gray. She lay on the pillow, facing Cordelia. Cordelia’s hands moved toward her. Misty’s whole body tensed in some terrible anticipation, her eyes wide with fear and pain.

“Misty…” Misty’s eyes fell closed heavily with shame. Cordelia touched their fingertips against one another’s. Misty gasped quietly at the touch. She had expected something much more brutal and heavy-handed. What type of people have touched her throughout her life? “I won’t do anything to hurt you. Let me start with your hands… You tell me when to stop.”

Misty nodded. Cordelia brushed her fingertips against Misty’s, drawing circles around the pad of each finger. She moved down her long, spidery fingers in a spiral to the first knuckle, and then back up to the tips. A long breath wafted from between Misty’s lips. The tension ebbed from her. “That feels nice.” Cordelia headed down again, this time spiraling her touch all the way down to the base of her fingers and coming back up again to the tips. Her face relaxed as Cordelia worked. With her next movement, she followed Misty’s hands all the way down to the wrist.

She paused, waiting for some encouragement, and Misty gave a slight nod, urging her on. Cordelia smiled a grim smile, and she started at Misty’s fingertips again, this time meandering all the way down to her forearm. Misty’s muscles eased under her gentle touch. She rubbed the tendons and ligaments which were ordinarily so tight. She made it to Misty’s elbows, and then, following her pattern of reaching joints, she worked her way back down her arm, massaging any of the muscles that twitched beneath her touch. She reached Misty’s fingertips again, and she repeated the process, past her wrist, past her elbow, pressing her fingers deep into the muscles of Misty’s upper arms.

As her fingers grazed the tip of Misty’s shoulder, she paused as blue eyes flickered open and found her. Misty reached for a hug, and Cordelia accepted it, wrapping Misty up in her safe embrace. “Miss Cordelia?” Misty whispered, to which Cordelia hummed her acknowledgment. “Am I the only person who makes your phone make the foghorn noise?”

This question surprised Cordelia. But she answered it honestly. “Yes, you are.” She brushed her hand over Misty’s damp curls leaving watery streaks on the pillowcase. “Why do you ask?”

“Maddie thought so. She texted you a few times to make sure. I didn’t hear the sound again.” Indeed, Cordelia’s phone hadn’t made a sound—Misty was the only person who had a text tone. For everyone else, it was on vibrate. “I thought she was just trying to make me feel better.”

Cordelia allowed Misty to snuggle nearer to her, face pressed against her body. “Feel better about what?” she asked.

Azure eyes found hers in the dim light of the room. “That—That I love you.” Oh. It struck Cordelia in the pit of her gut, these words. “Maddie thought… you know. I told her it wasn’t, but she’s been blowing up my phone regular about it since I started texting you instead of her.”

“You used to text her instead?” Misty’s brow quirked in bewilderment, and Cordelia realized that a vague, strange, jealous answer was not what Misty had expected to hear. “Er—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that to come out the way it sounded.” But I did, didn’t I? She was somewhat envious of Misty’s attention, not in a way she would ever act upon, but in a way that gave her a slight tingle in her tummy at the thought of Misty choosing to be with her over someone else. It made her feel victorious in a way. “She’s not wrong,” she said finally. Misty blinked, not saying anything yet. “I do… feel a certain way for you. But that’s not why I’ve been spending time with you.”

Misty smiled. “I know.” She sighed happily, easing into Cordelia’s arms. She was relaxed, worn from her ordeal, but her heavy-lidded eyes didn’t yet fall closed. “If we’re still working on the—on the not-feeling thing, maybe we could try kissing?” Misty suggested.

A ridiculous grin crossed Cordelia’s face. She hadn’t even considered it. “I think I’d like that.” She puckered up her lips, and Misty slid forward and pressed her mouth to them gently. It was clumsy and raw and strange, them clutching each other, and when they broke away, they both were a little breathless. “That was nice.” Misty nodded. “We should do it again sometime.”

A silly laugh left Misty’s open mouth. “I agree.” She nestled close against Cordelia. Her body was warm. “I’m tired,” she said quietly.

Cordelia kissed the crown of her head. “Get some sleep… I’ve got you.”

Misty fell into a dreamless sleep.

…

The next night, Cordelia was surprised to enter her bedroom to find it empty. For some reason—and she couldn’t quite think of why—she had expected Misty to join her again. She left her door unlocked as she showered, just in case Misty decided to enter, and when she emerged, she checked her phone. No one had messaged her. I’ll wait. Part of her wanted to text Misty first, but another part of her worried she had misinterpreted the night before completely. But the hours ticked by, ten into eleven into midnight and beyond.

By one, Cordelia couldn’t help herself any longer. “Are you okay?” She added a heart emoji.

Immediately, Misty answered, “Yes,” and the foghorn noise buzzed. The gray speech bubble appeared and disappeared and appeared again as Misty typed more out to her. “I miss you, though.”

Cordelia almost sighed with relief. “You too. Come over.” Within minutes, Misty tiptoed across the hall and closed the bedroom door behind her. “Hey. I was waiting for you.” She drew the covers back, and Misty folded herself underneath them. Her hair was tousled and eyes heavy. She looks like she was asleep. Cordelia spooned up beside her. “Are you okay?” she asked again, just in case the answer in real life would change.

A sleepy smile touched Misty’s face. “I’m great.” She put her hand over Cordelia’s where she clasped her body. “I’m sorry… I thought maybe I had gotten everything wrong, so I didn’t want to come unless I was invited.” Her voice was heavy and thick.

Kissing the crook of her neck, Cordelia smelled her hair. “I should’ve texted sooner. I was afraid I’d gotten it wrong.” Misty made a happy, satisfied sound, settling down into the bed, and she fell asleep within minutes with Cordelia’s arms wrapped around her. She never settles so easily. Cordelia was glad Misty finally had some reprieve, but some part of her was still a little curious… She reached for her phone, and she texted Misty, “I love you.”

Misty’s phone blared a siren sound. She shuddered awake. “Uh—huh?” Blind hands groped for the phone. “Delia—” She had forgotten where she was, and her hands fumbled for the phone.

“Sweetheart, I’m right here.” Cordelia squeezed her from behind.

Misty peeked back at her. “What the hell’d you text me for?” she grumbled, but she rolled back over and nestled happily against Cordelia’s body, purring as Cordelia stroked her hair. She rubbed her face into Cordelia’s hand. She was a satisfied cat soaking up the sunbeam as long as Cordelia was near. Cordelia’s heart swelled with joy, and she allowed Misty to settle down, holding her near and focusing on the sound of her breaths until she drifted off to sleep.

…

Cordelia didn’t hear the foghorn very much after that. Every night, Misty would curl up beside her, and they would stay close to one another until sleep consumed them. Misty’s bad dreams woke Cordelia when she stirred in the middle of the night. She had a night terror, too, and Cordelia dragged her to the tub and dropped her in cold water. The girls were right. It worked. Then, she bathed Misty’s body in the cold water and touched just her fingertips until the rest of her skin could accept touch once again. She slathered Misty in lotion to try to soothe her aching skin. Her blue lips buffered as Cordelia helped her don a fresh nightgown she hadn’t sweated in.

“I’m so sorry.” Misty never stopped apologizing. Cordelia refused to accept the apology; Misty had done nothing wrong, and Cordelia told her so over and over again. She combed Misty’s wet curls back out of her eyes after she washed the sweat from them. “I thought I was getting better…”

“You are,” Cordelia soothed. “You are getting better. It takes time.” She spun Misty around and kissed her hard and led her back to bed, where she eased Misty into her touch until she could accept it, and then they made love passionately. Cordelia touched Misty until no part of her body shuddered with pain or with fear.

Swimming in the post-orgasm haze, Misty spooned Cordelia. She was barely awake. “I think I want to marry you, Delia,” she whispered against the back of Cordelia’s neck.

Cordelia blushed. This was the most unofficial way anyone had ever proposed to her—though, granted, it was only the second time she had ever been proposed to. “You want us to get married?” she asked, just to clarify, and Misty hummed her vivacious approval. “Alright. We can get married.” And they did less than a month later in the foyer of their home with the whole coven applauding.

Cordelia never turned off the foghorn noise on her phone, though it only woke her now when Misty wanted to get high on the roof in the middle of the night and didn’t want anyone else to find out. Now, Misty would wake her by tugging her closer in the middle of the night, whispering sweet nothing into her hair. If she fought a nightmare, Cordelia pulled her from her dreams with gentle hands and showed her pictures of fat babies and sad puppies and evil kittens, and they took some pictures of their own, as well. They rested at ease in one another’s arms. “I’m so grateful to have you, Delia.” Misty pressed these words against her hair.

“I’m luckier to have you, sweetheart.” Cordelia believed it to be true.

#foxxay #misty day #lily rabe #sarah paulson #cordelia goode #raulson #my writing

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murkycran · 4 years

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Rainboots

Summary: "First, there was never any proof that was even me, and secondly, I have a hatchback, Virgil, obviously any hypothetical opossums in cages would be stored in the back rather than on my leather seats."

"I was literally sitting beside you when Remus asked you to help and you said yes-" --- It's pouring when they leave the movies, Remus does his best to get them all banned from the theatre, Virgil's ride canceled on him, and only three of them are wearing rain boots.

Rating: Teen

Relationships: Gen

Tags: Friendship, Teenagers, Alternate Universe - Human, Fluff, Remus' brand of humor, Anxiety, Angst, very small angst where Virgil is having negative thoughts, But Nothing Too Bad

Words: 3410

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As the end credits rolled and the lights of the theater brightened to allow guests to leave, the sudden lack of theatrical music revealed another sound.

"Is that rain?" Virgil asked, leaning forward in his seat to look at the others.

Remus was already out of his seat and hurriedly making his way...up? the theatre steps, rather than heading for the exit. Roman didn't appear to be paying attention at all, seemingly trying to reach down the back of his shirt for something while Logan checked his phone for missed notifications. Janus gave Virgil a dry look. "No, that's not rain at all. It totally sounded like that before the movie started."

As if punctuating his words, a rumble of thunder shook the building.

Patton hopped to his feet and dug around in his drawstring bag for a bit before emerging with a collapsible, lime-green umbrella clasped in his hand. "I hope everyone came prepared! I wouldn't want the weather to dampen the mood!"

Virgil completely missed the pun, because he, in fact, did not come prepared and was already dreading getting his clothes soaked. Janus at least remarked, "I'm not sharing my umbrella."

"Nor am I," Logan agreed, standing up as he put his phone away. "I told everyone in the group text earlier today to bring adequate rain gear, so no one is going to be able to use the excuse that they 'didn't know'."

Virgil sighed as he stood with the others and they began shimmying down the aisle towards the stairs. "Yeah, well, I kinda ducked out of the group text after Remus started threatening spoilers for the movie."

Speaking of. "HEY! Hey, guys, look!"

Virgil already felt a wave of mortification sweeping over him as not only their group but everyone else still in the theatre turned towards the projection booth at the top of the stairs. Remus was using his hands to make shadow puppets of dicks in front of the light coming from the projector.

"Oh my god," Virgil choked out, suddenly wishing the ground would swallow him up. Janus and Logan both wore unimpressed looks as Patton chuckled nervously and called back up to Remus. "Hey kiddo, maybe come back down? We don't want the movie theatre employees to ban you again."

"Patton, stop acting like we know him!" Virgil hissed. "Everyone's looking at us!"

"Normally I'd relish the attention," Roman spoke up as he finally stood, still shifting his shirt and jacket in an odd fashion, "but I have to agree with the Dark Knight on this one, padre. I'd rather we all not get banned because of my brother."

"Glad to see the everlasting, unbreakable bond of blood between brothers is still as strong as ever," Janus said.

Logan pushed his glasses up on his nose, raising an eyebrow at the tamer twin. "Roman, what are you doing?"

Roman's reply was cut off as Remus made a mad, cackling dash back down the stairs through the last of the people leaving the theatre as employees appeared from behind the projection booth door.

"We should leave quickly," Logan said. He was checking his phone again. "I'm getting flash flood warnings for our area."

Virgil groaned. "As if Remy's driving wasn't bad enough."

They all shared a wince. No one carpooled with Virgil twice after riding with Remy in the driver seat.

The remaining five - since Remus was no longer in sight - began making their way down the stairs. Roman lagged behind after every few steps, still tugging at his shirt behind his back. After reaching the bottom and glancing back to see the twin still struggling on the stairs halfway up, Patton finally asked, "Do you need help, bud?"

Roman huffed frustratedly. "Remus kept putting candy down the back of my shirt during the movie. I got the Twizzlers out, but I'm pretty sure he also dropped some Reese's Pieces down my collar. I think they're stuck to my back from sitting between me and the seat cushion."

"Oh, so that's what he was doing," Janus said. "I was wondering why he was moving around so much."

"Aw, what a waste of candy," Patton pouted.

"Dude, just go in the bathroom and take your shirt off to check," Virgil said.

"Yes, please do that," Janus agreed, eyeing Roman warily all of a sudden. "If you're going to be riding in my car there will be no melted candy left behind in the seats."

Roman sighed but finally stopped pulling at his shirt and jacket to follow them the rest of the way out. As they neared the bathrooms, Logan asked, "Why didn't you just stop him from doing it?"

The twin scoffed. "Uh, have you met my brother? It's Remus, you can't tell him to do anything, and it would've been exactly what he wanted: me making a scene in a dark theater. Besides, I got some revenge by shoving SourPatch Kids down his shirt, too." The last bit was said with a bit of pride.

Janus groaned dramatically as Roman left them outside the bathrooms. "Great, two people littering candy in my car." He sighed as he made his way to the benches against the wall opposite of the bathrooms and sat down, pulling his yellow, faux snake skin-patterned backpack into his lap and opening it.

Patton took a seat beside Janus and Virgil sat on Patton's other side, slouching down with his hands shoved in his pockets. Virgil said, "I know for a fact that you helped Remus smuggle possums into the guys gym at school two months ago using your car to back up to the back entrance. Yet you're worried about a few pieces of candy?"

Janus rolled his eyes as he pulled off his left shoe. "First, there was never any proof that was even me, and secondly, I have a hatchback, Virgil, obviously any hypothetical opossums in cages would be stored in the back rather than on my leather seats."

"I was literally sitting beside you when Remus asked you to help and you said yes-" Virgil started to argue, but Patton cut him off quickly, desperate to avoid the argument that was sure to start. "Janus, you brought rainboots, too?"

The teen in question had pulled two shiny yellow rainboots out of his backpack and already had one on. "Of course I did. My regular shoes are too nice to get wet. Plus, these keep water from getting on the cuff of my pants."

Logan was looking at the garishly yellow backpack somewhat dubiously. "How did you even fit those in there? You snuck in all the drinks in that bag."

"Please, I'm a very efficient packer. Carrying five bottles of soda in just because you all are too cheap to buy from the concession here was child's play, even with my boots."

"I wore my boots, too!" Patton excitedly stuck his feet out, proudly showing off his cat-patterned rainboots. "Why didn't you wear yours in? They're so cute!"

"What if it hadn't rained?" Janus asked as he packed away the shoes he'd originally been wearing, now sporting his yellow rainboots. "I would've looked like a fool."

Logan said, "There was a ninety percent chance of rain."

"Still didn't want to risk it."

"Risk what?" Roman interrupted, finally leaving the bathroom.

Virgil stood up, looking at his phone. "Janus ruining his hypothetical reputation."

The hoodie-clad teen missed the impressive glare Janus shot his way. "Excuse you-"

"Guys, where's Remus?" Roman once again interrupted (to the relief of Patton and Logan).

"I think he's outside," Logan said, pulling out his collapsible, navy blue umbrella. "He's probably waiting on us."

He was right. Sort of. Outside the rain was pouring down hard enough that a mist was being swept under the overhang of the theatre by the wind. The parking lot was visibly flooded with only a few cars left in sight. They found Remus using a sharpie to draw on one of the encased movie posters placed outside the building. "You guys are slower than corpses. I've already drawn on Shia LaBeouf's movie poster over there and remade it into a masterpiece. Want to see?"

Everyone was thankfully saved from answering by Virgil's strangled noise of frustration. "Guys, I have a problem."

As Patton held a hand out for the sharpie (which Remus turned over with only a slight pout), he asked, "What's wrong, kiddo?"

"Remy just said he can't pick me up. He thinks the tread on his tires wouldn't stand up against this much rain and he's worried we'd hydroplane."

Well, what Remy actually said was this:

Sleepy bastard: hey V, sorry but I can't pick u up tonite. it's raining 2 hard *sad face emoji*

Virgil: seriously? how am I supposed to get home?

Sleepy bastard: gee, idk, ask ur friends? call an uber? hey, I'll even pay for it bc this is kinda my fault

Virgil: what

Sleepy bastard: I keep forgetting 2 go get new tires and I'm afraid the tread wouldn't get any good traction with it raining this bad. can you imagine getting out in this like that, with MY driving? *horrified face emoji* one of ur friends is some rich kid, right? i bet he can afford tires, probably the BEST tires *several dollar sign emojis*

Virgil: oh my god

Virgil: youre my cousin and youre literally leaving me out in the cold

Sleepy bastard: gee, babe, it's almost like that driver's test u refuse 2 take might actually be worth taking now, huh?

Sleepy bastard: ok srry that was a low blow. but rlly i think u should try 2 get a ride with ur friend. not kidding about my tires being shit. college is sucking my bank account dry and i don't want 2 add a car repair bill, or worse, a hospital bill

Virgil: ...fine

Sleepy bastard: cool cool, I'll leave the lights on for u. lmk if u decide to spend the night at a friends house instead

Virgil almost would've laughed at that if he wasn't currently wondering how he was going to get home, because spending the night at one of his friends' houses, unexpected and uninvited? Yeah, right, like he'd do that. He needed at least two days' notice in order to psych himself up into talking to anyone else's parents, let alone inviting himself to their house unexpectedly.

Thankfully, he didn't have any reservations about asking his friends for a ride. "I need a ride. Can I go with one of you guys?"

The rest of the group shared a glance. Janus spoke up. "Well, technically I was driving everyone home... Roman and Remus were dropped off and Logan rode with me here from school since we had a debate team meeting after school. Patton had a GSA club meeting after school so he rode with me, too. My car only holds five people."

Virgil felt the first stirrings of panic winding up in his chest - he's such an inconvenience, if only he could make himself take the stupid driving test without freezing up - only for the fear to die as Remus suddenly scoffed. "Of course you can fit more than five people in that fancy car of yours, Dee, you're just not trying hard enough."

"Remus, you're not riding on the roof of the car again. We saw what happened last time," Logan said in a somewhat exasperated tone.

Patton paled. "Again?"

Roman waved off the cat-loving teen, unfazed. "Trust me, you didn't miss much. They were going so fast I didn't even get a good video out of it."

Patton made a choking noise, looking increasingly more worried. "Guys-"

Remus giggled, slapping a hand down on Patton's shoulder. "Don't worry, Dad, I was so pumped full of adrenaline I didn't even feel anything when I landed."

"You're going to give him a stroke," Virgil muttered, eyeing the increasingly paler Patton warily.

"The point is..." Remus cut in, "if the back cargo space is good enough for my opossum friends, then it's good enough for me. Problem solved."

"Hypothetical opossum friends," Janus hurriedly corrected. "But sure, we can try it."

"Cool, great, quick question though-" Roman said, staring out at the flooding parking lot. "Why the hell did you park so far away?"

All eyes turned to squint out through the virtual monsoon that was coming down. At the farthest end of the darkened lot sat golden Chevy Bolt, illuminated by the weak beam of a parking lot light pole.

"So people wouldn't park near me and risk scratching my car, obviously," Janus said, completely unbothered by the fact that his car was at least a good fifty yards away. "Unlike some people, I brought an umbrella and appropriate footwear. I can just pull back around and pick you all up so you don't drip in my car."

Completely disregarding his words, Remus suddenly shouted, "First loser to the car gets shotgun!", before taking off headlong into the pouring rain. Not to be outdone by his brother, Roman cursed before running after him, yelling, "NOT FAIR!"

The remaining four watched with varying reactions of dismay, amusement, and confusion.

"...Wouldn't the loser be the last one to the car? And I thought Remus was going to ride in the back...?" Logan asked.

Janus hummed. "He is. I'm pretty sure he just wanted to get wet."

Virgil once again regretted his life choices, looking down at his worn-out converses and tattered jeans. "This is gonna suck so bad. I'm going to be soaked the second I step out there."

"I don't know," Patton said with a smile, still watching Remus and Roman chase each other in the rain. "It looks kinda fun to me."

"Oh, please," Janus started, shooting a wide-eyed look at Patton, "don't tell me you're actually thinking about-"

The glasses-wearing teen shot Janus a bright smile. "Pleeeeease?"

The blonde teen stared hard at Patton, trying to resist. After a few moments, Janus finally crumbled with a put-out sigh and roll of his mismatched eyes. "Fine, go for it. Seems like everyone is out to ruin my car's interior tonight, you might as well join in."

With a gasp of delight, Patton leaped forward and put his arms around the shorter teen, exclaiming, "Thanks, Janus!"

Looking a bit like an indignant cat that didn't want to be held, Janus awkwardly patted his back. "Sure. Whatever."

Virgil was snickering to himself at the look on Janus' face, only to be startled out of it by Patton shoving his collapsible umbrella into his hands. "Here, Virge, you can have my umbrella since I won't be using it now!"

Then the cat-loving teen was laughing as he dashed out into the rain, ignoring Logan's call of, "Be careful!"

The last three friends watched as the others gleefully ran about the parking lot. Roman reached the car before his brother, but Remus just jumped on his twins' back and held on, making Roman shriek indignantly and stagger as he tried to adjust to the new weight. Patton was finding the deepest puddles of the parking lot and jumping in each one with giant splashes, his laughter echoing across the parking lot even in the rain.

Janus sighed once again and pulled out his umbrella. "Well, I suppose it was about time I had my car detailed anyways."

As Logan opened his own navy umbrella, he said, "I suggest we walk at a slower pace than the others to the car. Not only could we slip if we ran, but running in the rain causes you to get even wetter than if you walk because more droplets are hitting you as you increase speed."

Virgil hummed, taking note for the next time he had to go between classes when it was raining and opened the bright green umbrella Patton had lent to him. It popped open to reveal two eyes and a mouth resembling a frog's face on the green fabric. Cute, he thought to himself (but didn't dare say out loud; he had an aesthetic to maintain). Mumbling, he shot a "thanksforlettingmeridewithyou" in Janus' direction.

The blonde teen's mismatched eyes lit up and he grinned. "What was that, Virgil? I don't think I heard you. Speak up a little bit."

The hoodie-clad teen huffed. "You heard me, I'm not saying it again."

"Hm, rude."

All three of them stepped out into the downpour and began making their way through the flooded areas of the parking lot. Virgil's shoes were soaked in virtually seconds, but at least his hair and eyeshadow was dry. Patton had nearly made it to the car at this point as Remus chased Roman around the vehicle, going in circles while shouting at each other.

Janus twirled the keys in his hand but made no move to unlock the doors until he was standing at the driver's side door. Patton moved to get in the door behind the driver's seat. He was soaked to the bone and grinning as Virgil came to stand next to him and shared the umbrella with him (even though it wouldn't do much good at that point). Roman, thinking Janus was about to unlock the door, stopped running to stand and wait at the passenger seat door. "HA! I call shotgun."

Stopping turned out to be a mistake. Remus, still thoroughly engrossed in the chase, tackled his brother right into the wet asphalt with a triumphant cry. Logan deftly stepped in to take Roman's former spot and it was only then that Janus unlocked the car.

Everyone sans Roman and Remus quickly piled into the luxury hatchback that no high schooler had any right to be driving. As Janus cranked up the heat to full blast, a soaking wet Roman swung open the door to the backseat and dove into the last open spot behind Logan, grumbling. "Seriously, Remus, why? You just succeeded in getting us both completely wet. This jacket is probably ruined now, thanks to you."

Remus, who was already crawling into the cargo space behind the back seats via the back hatch, blew a raspberry. "Just get it dry-cleaned, you baby. Besides, some of us like getting wet, if you know what I mean." The comment was collectively ignored.

"I can already tell there's going to be scuff marks from the pavement," Roman said as he examined the fabric. "I hope those Sour Patch Kids I put down your shirt melted to your clothes when you got us both wet."

"Oh, I already ate those."

There were more than a few disgusted faces in the car at that particular statement. Roman looked horrified. "That's so disgusting- How are we even related?"

A question everyone had heard numerous times...

"The car isn't moving till everyone is wearing their seatbelt," Janus stated, sternly eyeing the backseat passengers in the rearview mirror. He and Logan were both already buckled.

Virgil scooted over a bit for Patton, who had taken the middle seat between Virgil and Roman, to reach his buckle. "But Remus doesn't have a seatbelt."

"Remus doesn't count," Janus said.

"Yeah, emo," Remus leaned forward to poke Virgil in the neck. "God herself couldn't kill me."

Virgil gave a full-body shudder at the poke - Remus' fingers were freezing - and leaned forward to get away from the offending hand. "I swear to god, Rem, if you keep that up-"

Patton paused in trying to wipe away at the water obscuring his glasses and turned in his seat, squinting. "Now kiddos, play nice-"

Roman snorted. "I don't think my brother even knows how to 'play nice'."

Remus jabbed freezing fingers into Roman's unprotected neck in gleeful retaliation.

Tuning out the less mature back seat passengers and setting the windshield wipers at full blast, Janus shifted into drive and began to slowly pull out of the nearly empty parking lot. Logan studied him out of the corner of his eye for a few moments before saying, "I would think you'd be more upset at the amount of water we tracked into your car, Remus and Roman especially."

Janus shot Logan a mischievous grin as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "Oh, I'm sure I'll find a way to collect on this favor with each of you at a later date."

"Of course you would," Logan sighed, already dreading the implications.

The blonde teen simply snickered, finally pulling out onto the road to begin the ordeal of dropping everyone off at their respective homes.

#sanders sides #ts virgil #ts roman #ts logan #ts patton #ts remus #ts janus #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #my writing #my first attempt writing in the sanders sides fandom yay

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agustdomain · 5 years

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Now You’re One Of Us

Synopsis: When tensions are high and problems unsolved, friendships are on the line. When those issues are brought to the surface, are connections severed beyond repair? Or is it possible to find it in yourself to stay behind, fix what’s been broken, and find the light on the other side? Now you’re one of us, a blessing and a burden.

Word Count: 16.9 k words

Genre: Angst, sliceoflifeau!, broken friendships, hidden relationship

Warnings: Language, Fighting (verbal, not physical)

Member(s): Hoseok, ft. maknae line, Ryujin & Chaeyeon. Mentions of other characters.

Author’s Note: This work. It’s not really like my other works. There’s not really a romantic subplot, not really. Yes there is love and there are the exploration of relationships, but it’s not the main focus of the story. However, if you like to read about friendships, about the dynamics of friends and couples. If you like to grow attached to characters, well, I think this might be for you. If you’re looking for something sappy or fluffy, this is definitely not it. I would like to thank you all for your patience. I know that some of you prefer more NCT works or Stray Kids- don’t worry, those are coming- but for now, this means a lot to me and wanted to share. Let me know what you think. Tell me who you love and hate. Go on this journey with me? -Angelo

Inspirations: There were many songs that inspired me while writing. If I had to pick two, it’s We Are Young, Fun. ft. Janelle Monae and Dreams Tonite, Alvvays.

The first sound she registered were the leaves rustling overhead and across the gravel beneath her feet. Blinking, she looked up at the ink black sky, no star in sight. The trees above were spindly and tall, a dark curtain casted over them. Even the street lamps nearby could do little but offer slight spotlights through the sheath overhead. It unsettled her.

“Y/N.”

Turning at the sound of her name, the feeling of unease disappeared almost instantaneously at the person in front of her. It was odd, how someone could become that for a person. Seamlessly overnight, they could morph into a security, a comfort, a peace of mind. Y/N used to find the thought terrifying. After Hoseok became that person for her, it wasn’t terrifying at all.

Hoseok had walked around the car and found his place beside her. The shadows from overhead masked his face and she found it hard to see his features. She didn’t need to see him, though, the picture stamped into her mind from endless nights prior to this one. His eyes must’ve been searching her own darkened gaze, as if he was gracing her with the key to ease her nerves. His body swayed with the wind but she had figured out he had always done that; light on his feet, letting the wind guide him. When she was near, his body was always angled in some way toward her. She took it as his way of telling her he’s always there.

“It’s going to be okay.” His voice was magic, pouring into her ears and depositing into her chest. She felt his hand before it even found her wrist, his thumb caressing the skin that wasn’t covered from her coat. Stepping closer, his breath fanned across her face while his chest grazed her arm. She was facing the apartment complex and he, her. Without looking at him, she knew he was her wall. He would shield her from the world, from whatever it was she found hard to face. Hoseok was always there for her, long before she had even known it. If only it were that easy in front of their friends.

Looking toward him, she could make out his gaze trained on her. His hand raised up in the darkness, caressing her cheek gently before pressing a soft kiss to her hand.

“I’m right here, okay? I know that going in there, we might be facing a lot. It’s not ever simple with our friends,” He tried to laugh it off with amusement but she could hear his own nerves, “But it’ll be just like any other night. We’re going to be okay.”

Squeezing his hand, her twisted stomach told her something different. Yes, he always knew what to say to comfort her, but their friends had been off key for a while now. The last couple months, things had slowly started falling apart for them. It had been weeks since all of them actually hung out, because every time they did something would go wrong. Her frayed nerves told her tonight would be just the same.

“I don’t know about that, Hoseok.”

Inhaling heavily, he pulled her into him, shielding her from the lively darkness of their surroundings as well as her mind. He held his lips to her forehead for a moment, and she figured he was searching for the words to say. He eventually landed on, “Even so, I’m going to be there. You have nothing to worry about.”

Pulling away, she uttered, “You know that’s not really the case.”

It felt like the air of comfort had dissipated as quick as it came, her words poisoning the atmosphere. A part of her wanted to reel the words back in, but what was done was done.

“Y/N…”

Ignoring his tone, she stepped back and toward the lit sidewalk a few feet away. “Come on. I’m sure they’re waiting for us.”

He found his place beside her as they approached the apartments, this time some space between them. There was no reaching out and intertwining fingers, no comforting kisses on the hand or forehead. Regrettably, there was now a stormy frown tugging at Hoseok’s features.

There was nothing she could do now, the cause of her distress nearing the closer they got to their destination.

Not when his hand came up to knock on the apartment door, awaiting their friends that had no clue of their profound relationship.

The night was going to be hard, indeed.

Hoseok was there, sure. But he wasn’t there in the way she wanted. At least, not when they were surrounded by their unaware friends.

How could he reassure her that everything was going to be okay when they couldn’t even express their love for each other in front of the people they have yet to tell?

The door opened, the tired face of their friend brightening up at their arrival.

“Y/N! Hoseok! Finally.”

Glancing at Hoseok, who had managed to revert back to his bright and smiley self, greeted Taehyung enthusiastically. Giving her worries one last sigh, she tried to pull on her own mask of joy.

It was time to buckle her seat belt, because she had no idea what this night would have in store.

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Nine Hours Earlier

Y/N had always wondered if it was strange sad music motivated her. Everyone had their motivation. Some people took walks and it inspired their passions. Everyday before her dance class, her friend Ryujin would freestyle dance to her specific playlist or it would throw off her concentration for the rest of her day. Her other friend Chaeyeon had to start off her morning with yoga or she felt like everything was thrown off axis.

There wasn’t much that Y/N felt like she needed to do to start her day on a good note. There was no checklist she followed, no script she read to get her mind in gear. For whatever reason, when she needed to focus, sad music was the way she pulled through. She could be in the greatest mood, could be in the highest moment of her life, but the soundtrack of said life was quite melancholic. Personally, she had never figured out why it helped her. Perhaps the slow tones relaxed her and allowed her to get everything done. Or maybe being in a more somber mood was the only way to flip her hardworking switch on, working harder and quicker to get away from it.

Usually, she didn’t put much thought into it.

Today was the first day the music wasn’t helping her focus. Instead, she found herself listening to the lyrics and soaking in the solemnity. Maybe because the assignment in front of her wasn’t demanding or due anytime soon, she couldn’t find it in herself to hone in on what was in front of her.

That’s what led her to pondering this idea that sad music was what helped her accomplish her goals. If her lack of hard work at the moment was anything to go by, maybe that theory was wrong. Perhaps it had been but a coincidence all those other times she was focused when listening to melancholic tunes. Here she was, dark piano keys filling her ears. And nothing.

Huffing in exasperation, she clicked onto another tab to cover her failure of a blank page and proceeded to pull out her phone. Spotting a text from Chaeyeon, she clicked on it to hum in confusion.

“Look behind you?” Just as she looked behind her, Chaeyeon popped into view.

“Took you long enough to see my text,” Pulling out the seat in front of her, she smiled as she added, “You seemed like you were in the zone.”

“If by the zone, you mean ‘utter procrastination’, then yes. I was in the zone.” She groaned, pulling off her headphones and resting them around her neck. Chaeyeon smiled to herself, likely amused at her friend’s words.

At first, Y/N found herself mirroring Chaeyeon’s smile, the feeling of fondness overtaking any other thought that could sour the mood. Her smile quickly faded at the thoughts and memories attached to her friend in front of her.

She must’ve sensed it herself, because she straightened her back and cleared her throat, intertwining her hands atop the table.

“I sense that you have something serious you want to talk to me about,” Y/N waded through the conversation. If possible, Chaeyeon straightened even more than before. She was the picture of nervousness, and Y/N did her best to not assume it had anything to do with the tension amongst their friends.

“Yeah, uh,” Y/N watched her friend’s hand as it raised in the air and pushed her hair behind her ear, “It’s nothing too serious. I was just wondering if you were going to the guys’ apartment tonight.”

Y/N’s body relaxed at her words. “Oh. That’s all you wanted to say?” Her own stress ebbed away as her previous thoughts about her assignment started to creep back in, take priority. As she scribbled something down in her notebook, she added, “I haven’t decided yet, actually.”

Glancing up at Chaeyeon, she caught the last seconds of her nodding in thought. Y/N knew when it came to the girl in front of her, she would need to step up and prompt the conversation a little more. After scribbling down a few more words, she set her pencil down and crossed her arms atop the flimsy table.

A random thought struck her then. How did Chaeyeon know she would be doing her homework outside this cafe, a couple of blocks away from campus? Maybe she was just predictable. Or maybe… just like she knew Chaeyeon’s habits, Chaeyeon knew hers all too well.

She moved to lean her body weight forward but thought twice after the table wobbled. Leaning back, she sighed. “I don’t know. I’m sure I’m not the only one that’s noticed the group has been pretty… standoffish.”

Chaeyeon blew air out from her mouth. “Tell me about it. The air is suffocating and awkward half the time. The other half is hostile and cold. Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like at least everyone has a problem with someone in the group.”

Y/N gave her a look, turning her focus back to the blank document on her computer. The screen was darkened with inactivity. “I don’t have a problem with anyone.”

“Oh really?” Chaeyeon’s tone sounded like the epitome of sarcasm. “So you’re telling me Jungkook hasn’t been acting pretty hostile and distant with you? Let’s also not talk about how unbearable Ryujin has been with everyone, including us. She snaps at anyone any chance she gets.”

She felt herself growing defensive at her friend’s tone. Opening her mouth to respond, she paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. Shifting in her seat, she uttered, “It’s not my fault they’re acting that way.”

Chaeyeon’s face settled into something resembling sympathy. “I’m not blaming you, Y/N. I resonate with you the most, actually. You and I just… I don’t know, we process things differently. We’re more…”

“...Mature,” Y/N finished for her, sensing her own tiredness of the topic at hand. She fiddled with her headphones, wanting to pull them on and end the conversation.

“I don’t disagree with that. Which is why I’m saying,” Chaeyeon reached out and pulled Y/N’s fidgety hand down, squeezing it once before letting go, “I think you see things more clearly. You see just what’s happening here.”

“And what is that?” There was a biting undertone, but Chaeyeon ignored it and continued.

“That our group of friends is falling apart. Too much drama, hostility, tension has built up over the last few months and it’s going to destroy our bond for good. But if some of us take the right steps…” Y/N figured what she was saying. She wanted her to come to the guys’ apartment tonight. Even though everything she just said was true, that there was too much bad instead of good, how over time things weren’t the same anymore, she wanted her to show up and pretend everything was alright.

“Now why would I subject myself to the inevitable drama that will blow up in our face if all of us show up tonight?”

“Because this might be our last chance to work through our problems and fix what's broken,” Chaeyeon was pretty passionate for the cause. Her eyes were sharp, unmoving from their position on Y/N’s face. Y/N had always admired that about her, her keen and driven personality constantly breaking through. Ever since she met and became close to her, she was familiar with the determination always driving her to her goals.

Y/N considered what her friend was asking of her. She knew everything she was saying was true. In fact, she had known it long before the conversation even happened. Her group of friends was a bit big for liking, at least that’s what she thought prior to the group forming. It consisted of herself, Chaeyeon and five others. Yes, before the seven of them formed a bond, she was not one for a large number of friends.

Yet, somehow the seven of them had fallen into place. The group slowly started forming during their freshman year of college. Others had hung around, getting close to some but not all. Over time, the group settled and the seven of them were what survived. It was kind of a miracle, the amount of history and memories that came along with being a part of something like this.

Except time went on and things changed. Some of them, Y/N included, were now in their second year of college. And over the past few months, the friendship wasn’t as harmonious as it used to be. Problems arose, deeply rooted issues with one another. Tension was consistently forming over time, or perhaps had been there all along. Suddenly, one couldn’t stand to be around another. There were people not talking to each other over problems seemingly trivial. There would be radio silences over group chats, then in real life- until the group slowly divided. There was time for one friend, but not the entire group. And this was among friends that used to be so tight.

The more Y/N thought about it, the more she didn’t like the idea of putting herself in the same room with the people she used to spend every second with, when it was smiles they all gave each other and not glares. She was not one for drama.

“Before you say no, just remember that this is for Jimin.”

Y/N felt her thoughts stop at the sound of his name. She felt herself frown at the satisfaction that filled Chaeyeon’s face, as if she were thinking, Ha. I got you where I want you.

“It’s not just for Jimin, it’s for him, Taehyung, and Jungkook. Not just Jimin.” It bothered her that Chaeyeon would attempt to use her closeness to Jimin against her.

“Yeah, but it’s really important to him that we’re all there. All of them are moving out, yes. But it’s more than that and you know it. For the first time, the three of them are going their separate ways. Jimin is… well, you know…he’s moving in with Miyeon. And Tae and Jungkook are moving in with their other friends. It’s going to be different.”

Her words definitely hung in the air, Y/N’s assignment long forgotten. Everything she was throwing at her was true and she knew it long before the conversation even occurred. She just didn’t want to face the reality.

For the past few months, Jimin had kind of reverted back to his old self. When they first met, he was a bit closed off and quiet whenever he was around. Y/N didn’t really like to address it, but she was kind of the one that got him to open up. Before the group was a group, the guys had already formed a bond with each other long before anyone else. Chaeyeon and Y/N had connected separately as well. At first, Ryujin had started coming around because she and Taehyung were childhood best friends, but over time opened up and found her place. Jimin was a harder cookie to crack.

Oddly enough, even though Jungkook was more of the roommate that liked to keep to himself, he hung around more often than Jimin at the beginning. Whenever the group would hang at the boys’ apartment, Jimin would hardly show his face. Y/N had a bit of an upper hand because she happened to have a class with him that first semester. At first, she had chosen to keep her distance. Coincidence or fate, whatever one wants to call it, had been on her side about midway through that class when their professor put them in a group together.

At first, he was just as cold and reserved. Slowly but surely, he started to feel comfortable around her. At first, they would meet for lunch to merely discuss their project. Their other two group members at the time were the slacking off type, so they figured from the beginning they would have to carry the responsibility. She remembered sitting across from him, how cool and nonchalant he appeared. She recalled how hard it was to hold eye contact with him, for he always was an attentive type. And it would amaze her that she was conversing about a project with him, strictly professional, while she would spend a lot of her free time at the apartment in which he lived. Close but far.

But the closer the due date came, their meetings morphed into something more friendly. It became less professional and more comfortable. She started witnessing peeking smiles and slight giggles when she attempted a joke. After she did, she couldn’t get enough. He must’ve felt the same way, because the day after they turned in their project, he had texted her an invitation to lunch.

After that, he had started hanging around the group a lot more. He wouldn’t go straight to his room after coming home and seeing everyone there, instead taking a seat near Y/N and chatting. Sometimes, he would stay the entire time everyone was there. Other times, he would leave after a few minutes. It took time, but soon he fit in just like everyone else.

She would argue that the two of them were just as close as she was to the girls. Out of the guys, he had definitely become her guy best friend.

Which is why it was easy to notice how closed off he had become in the last few months.

Maybe everyone else in the group didn’t have an idea why. Maybe they did, but didn’t want to say it. She knew that it partially had to do with Miyeon, his new girlfriend. And it had all to do with his broken heart she suspected hadn’t healed since before he even began dating her.

Blinking away her reminiscence, she felt an ounce of irritation at the girl before her. Her smug look fed into her annoyance. Yes, Chaeyeon knew her quite well. Because Y/N’s soft spot was definitely her bond with Jimin.

“Well,” Y/N said slowly, gathering her pens and notebook to put them away, “Like I said,

haven’t decided yet.”

“Y/N…”

“Look, it’s not that simple, Chae. Yes, I want to be there. But you know it’s been a long time since everyone has been on the same page.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t. I’m just saying, these are the people we care about. You know how Tae gets. He wants us all there to say goodbye. We’ve had unforgettable memories there. He won’t say it, but it’s important we all show up.”

Y/N slipped her laptop into her bag. Glancing at Chaeyeon’s face, her heart stuttered at the sight of her frown. She was right. Taehyung was definitely a sentimental soul and was pretty open about his attachments. Even though he had been pretty quiet over his texts, he was probably struggling with the move. These were her friends. She didn’t mean to be so dismissive. It was the potential drama that put her off. All she could do was try and keep the peace.

Chaeyeon stood at the same time as her, smoothing down her skirt. Once again, she fiddled with her hair by brushing it behind her shoulder. Tugging on her backpack, Y/N pocketed her phone and did everything she could to give herself time to think. In the end, she exhaled loudly.

“Okay, Chae. I’ll go.”

Her face brightened into a smile, all of the worry in her previous frown disappearing. “Lovely! It’ll be great. I have a good feeling about tonight.”

Y/N put on a smile to appease her friend, choosing not to respond.

How could she, when she felt the exact opposite?

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Four Hours Earlier

“We’re here.”

Was it really a good idea to go tonight? The more she thought about it, the negatives seemed to outweigh the positives. A sadness washed over her at the realization of how her perception of her friends had vastly changed. Her worries used to be about when she would be able to see her friends again, even if she had seen them the day before. Now, they were about whether or not she wanted to see them at all.

“Y/N,” Her eyes shot toward her left, an apologetic smile on her lips, “Where did you disappear in that mind of yours?”

She remembered when she thought Hoseok’s smile was the final straw she pulled in discovering she loved him. After much thought, it was obvious his eyes were to blame. Even now, as he stared at her so genuinely and focused on her. How could she not fall for him when looking into those endless eyes?

“Sorry about that. Just have a lot on my mind.”

His brows furrowed, his head tilting. “You want to talk about it?”

“Let’s get inside before we dive deep into the mess of my mind.”

The pair of them joined at the front of the car before they walked toward the entrance of the grocery store. Maybe because it was a Friday evening, or maybe it was their luck, but there weren’t many people shopping today. It was nice. A normally chaotic place was calm. In comparison, her normally calm thoughts were chaotic. The world was off its axis today and it left her stomach churning.

As if he could sense her unease, his hand gently skimmed hers for a moment before intertwining their fingers. Like medicine, his presence washed over her and settled her thoughts.

“What do we need again?”

“Milk. Cheese. You also wanted tomato sauce for spaghetti. I think there’s a few more things. Let me see,” Y/N pulled out her phone to find the list they had made when they were at his place earlier.

“It’s okay. We can look around and see what we want to get.”

“Uh,” she looked at him then, but he wasn’t looking at her. His face was relaxed and peaceful. Something about his eyes told her it wasn’t as simple as that. It seemed he had some things on his mind too. “Okay. I guess that works too.”

She walked beside him as he pushed the cart into the store, immediately heading for the fruits. He honed in on the cherries, and she thought it was cute how he unknowingly moved a little faster out of excitement.

“Yoongi ate the last bag of cherries too fast. So I have to get another one,” He uttered, inspecting them before depositing them into the cart.

Y/N stepped up onto the side of the cart, him giving her a look before he moved the cart up the aisle and stopped in front of the strawberries. “Sure, Hobi, blame your roommate for the lack of self control you have whenever you eat them.”

“Hey! You don’t believe me?”

His pout was almost enough to take back her words, their gazes still on each other. If he was able to hold onto that frown for a couple more seconds, maybe she would have conceded. All too soon, a smile erupted and she could only shake her head in feigned disappointment.

“No, I don’t believe you. You think you’re slick.”

“Give me a break. They’re delicious.”

They continued to move through the store, buying a few things here and there, discussing other purchases. When one was irrational about a choice, they would have to talk each other down from putting it in the cart. At other times, their love for each other made them give in to unnecessary wants like two packs of Oreos and a carton of ice cream.

“I’ve been really wanting this,” Y/N moved to put the smoothie drink in the basket but Hoseok’s hand found her wrist. Looking up at him, her own stern look mirrored his own. “What?”

“Maybe I would let you buy a three dollar drink if you hadn’t insisted on two packs of Oreos.”

“But-”

“No buts. I still have juice in the fridge.”

She huffed, grumbling about his reasoning. It morphed into a smile when he pressed a kiss into her forehead, her disappointment falling away. A comfortable silence ensued, the end of their shopping closing in on them. With the silence came her thoughts from earlier creeping up on her. Looking at Hoseok, there was a lack of unease and more of a comfort. He always made things easier to bear, made her more brave to face hardships. She was thankful for him every single day. For that, she felt it was only appropriate to hear his advice.

“So… I’m sure you've heard about the get together tonight.” If someone didn’t know him well, they wouldn’t have noticed his eyes lift and harden. This was a topic he wasn’t fond of himself. It was a blessing she knew him so well.

“Yeah. The guys texted me about it a couple days ago. And Tae called me earlier today to see if I was coming.”

She watched him closely. He wasn’t looking at her, his gaze forward and concentrated. She knew he was avoiding her eyes because it would be easier to read him. That was a telltale on its own.

“Do you… want to go?”

Licking his lips in thought, he inhaled deeply before turning to share a look. His eyes scanned her face, as if it held the answer he was looking to give her. He led the cart to self check out, her trailing behind him. She waited, patient for his answer.

He didn’t give it until they were on their way out.

“I told him yes, because it’s important to him. As for wanting to go? I do and I don’t. I’m sure you could guess that,” Glancing at her, her heart tugged at the storm brewing beneath his face. And she knew all too well now what was bothering him.

She could see it whenever they discussed their friends. She read it in the tightened grip on the shopping cart, akin to when he had to tighten his fists whenever they couldn’t hold hands. Her eyes recognized the stress in his pursed lips, similar to when they pursed in the presence of their friends whenever he held back from kissing her.

Jung Hoseok was her friend. At first.

He was the last one to join the friend group. At least, on a more consistent basis. Near the beginning, he was the type to hang out here and there. He and Ryujin saw a lot of each other because their majors were at the same college. Because of her, he met Taehyung and the two clicked immediately. With Taehyung came meeting everyone else. Over time, he became more of a constant.

Even at the beginning, he would hang around whenever he had the time. He was a social butterfly, often busy with other plans and other people. He would join them when he could, and when he did the vibe completely shifted into enhanced clarity.

It was slight at first, the intrigue that came with becoming his friend. He wasn’t just any guy. When a person met him they were immediately drawn to him. It would be an effort to dislike him because he was an incredibly likeable soul. He was genuine, accepting, uplifting.

Whoever it was, they had a nice thing to say about him. It was like… he was a manual for everyone’s joy and it was hard to understand. When he talked to someone, they felt like they were the only person that mattered. He made you breathless, even if he was merely a friend.

She remembered the feelings that came with growing close to him. He was endless, she had realized. There was a beginning to him but no end. At first, when they grew close she thought he must be this way with everyone. And she remembered how often she used to think, How do people not fall in love with him?

Jung Hoseok was her close friend. At first.

It felt like from one day to the next, they went from a casual greeting to constant texts. When he couldn’t come around, he would let her know and keep up texting with her as much as he could. He would call at random times, sometimes when he was walking somewhere to have her company or when he wanted to see how she was doing. When he would find the time to hang out with everyone, he would stick close to her. Even if he was talking to someone else, his presence echoed around her.

It was a bit of a game over when the two of them decided to hang out one on one. They would go over to each other’s places and watch movies together. Movie nights turned into background music and late night talks. Instead of movies one night, they vowed to watch a show together. It was a strong commitment, especially in the midst of school, work and social lives. It was an unspoken statement.

Sitting and watching one of her favorite shows beside him, it was the first time she wasn’t paying attention to Chandler’s witty sarcasm and Monica’s erratic behavior. It was the first time she was focused on the space, or lack thereof, between them.

Jung Hoseok was a crush. At first.

She remembered the night she tried to fight it. It was a night that Taehyung had the bright idea of inviting more people over, wanting to branch out more and maybe grow closer to a few familiar faces. The night was mostly a bust in that aspect, but it was a success in other realizations.

There was a blur of people all around her, dazzled by their companions or the music or the lights of the small room they all inhabited.

But not him.

If she could compare him to anything, he would be like the lights hanging from the ceiling.

People were dazzled by him, longing to be in his presence.

She watched him from a corner, thankful she had gotten the chance to be close to him. But now, she would have to be careful.

After all, a person is bound to find themselves enamored with an angel.

Just then, she watched as his smile lit up his face, the girls around him getting flushed at the sight. Even the guys seemed a little awestruck. It was a gift, his ability to make people feel good.

Charming, she smiled to herself, looking down at her hands.

Like he was the honey to her bee, she was drawn to look back at him. His eyes were already on her. Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t look away. She knew it would be obvious.

Instead, his smile softened, his eyes washing over her with fondness. As if to let her know, I’m only focused on you.

She was running out of excuses and fast. But as time went on, she just couldn’t find it in herself to fight her feelings.

Her assumptions were right indeed. It’s only a matter of time before a person finds themselves enamored with an angel.

And all too suddenly, it shifted.

Jung Hoseok wasn’t a friend, a close friend, a crush anymore.

He was always meant to be her love.

The only issue that came with that title was their friends. Around the same time they were falling for each other, he had found himself officially apart of the group. There were fewer times apart and more appearances among the group. He simply made the group feel whole.

And their friends, well, they had no idea how they felt about each other.

At first, it was unintentional to keep it hidden for as long as it had been. As of right now, they had been dating for around four months. They had intended to tell their friends soon after they had made it official, but both of them quickly realized it wasn’t so simple.

When Y/N brought up the idea of dating someone in the friend group, Ryujin had been set off. She was lit on fire, adamant that it was the worst idea anyone could ever have. Dating within the friend group always ended terribly. Y/N knew she wasn’t wrong but Hoseok was different. Even though she was basing it on a technicality, they had started seeing each other before he was truly close to everyone. It wasn’t so easy to accept Ryujin’s words when they were already so invested. When Chaeyeon wordlessly agreed, Y/N was shattered.

Hoseok came back to her with the same news, both of them upset when they realized their friends wouldn’t be as accepting as they had assumed. So they held off.

And now, looking at the stress that lined Hoseok’s face on the drive back to his apartment, she knew why he didn’t really want to go to the guys’ place tonight.

The idea of having to pretend, to withhold the truth from everyone, was enough to leave him less than excited to attend.

Looking away, her stomach churned with shame as she angled her body toward the passenger door. The tension and disharmony among the group wasn’t the only matter to be settled. While the bond with their friends grew worn and tired over time, their bond with each other tightened and thrived. They had waited too long.

“I’m sorry.”

The phrase was so small, but loud as it cut through the air like ice. Her body felt stiff and her heart heavy. This should’ve been handled a long time ago.

“Hey. Hey,” Hoseok’s voice was soft, reaching out to her. She felt his warm hand cup her own, and he shook it gently. She couldn’t face him, her thoughts running wild and pointing the finger at her. You should’ve told them a long time ago, her mind accused. “Y/N. Look at me.”

Closing her eyes, she took a moment to collect herself. Breathe in, breathe out. Pushing away the thoughts that were rattling her mind, she turned to meet his gaze. It was instantaneous, the influence he had on her. Seeing his soft gaze now, the worried glint in his eyes, made sadness swell in her chest.

The light turned green and he had to look away, but he glanced at her every chance he could get. Holding his hand out, he waited until she placed her own on it. He intertwined them and pulled them to rest on his leg.

“I don’t want you blaming yourself. I know you think that… I don’t know, that this is all on you. You know, for always figuring out what lane my thoughts are on, you always tend to take a side road to get there.” His voice was fond, his tone still soft. It coaxed a genuine laugh from her.

He continued. “But this is not your fault. It’s both our responsibility to tell them about what we are. It’s taken too long, and I think it’s because we’ve gotten so comfortable with them not knowing. We know that once they do, there’s going to be a certain stress that’ll be put on us. It’s never easy figuring out the dynamic shift. Yeah, it’s a little selfish we waited. But who says we can’t for a little while? It’s just… with the way things have been going in the group, and the toll it’s taken on you... I don’t really want you to go through what other stress they’ll put on you after they know.”

She observed the slideshow outside her window. The sky was quickly growing darker, the pinks and orange streaks at the skyline leading upward to the light-to-dark ocean above. She let his words sink in before she responded.

“I appreciate your worry for me, for us. I actually didn’t know that’s what was stressing you out. And I agree with everything you’re saying but…”

“But it’s time to tell them. I know. It’s long overdue.”

“After tonight? We should definitely go tonight. I think it’ll mean a lot to the guys. I know that it means a lot more to Tae than he’s admitting.”

His smile worked wonders on her heart, making it skip then settle into peace. He raised her hand to his lips, holding his lips there for a moment before pressing a soft kiss into the skin. “After tonight.”

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Now

It was stepping into the past.

At least, that’s how Y/N would describe it the moment she entered the boys’ apartment. There was a bit of things still left to be packed, but it still felt the same as months ago. Maybe it wasn’t so much the look but more the smell. It smelled distinctly like the boys. Jungkook’s cologne, Jimin’s air fresheners and Taehyung’s body wash.

There was still the worn dark brown sofa in the middle of the living room, the large chest Jungkook had bought to substitute a coffee table right in front of it. She remembered how the apartment stunk of spray paint for days after he decided to design what he considered a “bland, brown treasure chest”. Every time she looked at it, she thought of him.

There was the wooden shelves that Taehyung had attempted to put up himself on the wall adjacent to the living room. After the first one he put up fell and shattered one of his favorite globes he had gotten from travelling, he left Jungkook to assemble the rest. They were yet to be taken down, occupied by their possessions. On those shelves were pieces of the three boys. There were photos of the three of them, the girls in some of them. Her favorite one was still in view, though barely from where she stood.

It was back when Jimin had dyed his hair blond and looked so happy, leaning on a short wall with his favorite jean jacket wrapped around him and a cheesy smile on display. Taehyung was beside him, the picture of an unfazed man. His head was tipped back, his eyes honed in on the camera and his lips slightly quirked. Always in a button up shirt, untucked and unbuttoned to showcase the necklace he never took off. Seemingly different boys that bonded long before they met everyone else. They were the picture of brotherhood, two sides of a coin. Although Taehyung was putting up a cool face, it captured them so well that it made her smile every time she looked at it.

There was trinkets spread out on the three shelves, mostly Taehyung’s, but there were pieces of Jungkook and Jimin there too. Taehyung’s globes from all of the countries he had travelled too, six total, were scattered among the three surfaces. Some of Jungkook’s favorite shots he had taken with his camera were framed and placed where there was free space. Jimin’s favorite toy car from when he was a child was still up there, right beside the sand jar he made when he visited the sea for the first time. Y/N looked away, pushing away the sting at her heart.

Y/N was sure if she ventured farther into the apartment, she would be hit in the face with the lack of the boys’ presence. From where she stood, not much was different. She spotted Taehyung’s favorite burgundy blanket Chaeyeon had gifted him last Christmas, sprawled across the back of the couch in its usual spot. But where Jungkook’s comic books and the guys’ video games used to reside on the large chest in the center, were unclosed boxes. Inside, she caught a glimpse of them being nearly full. Peeking into the kitchen, she saw the counters were bare and the refrigerator empty of magnets and photos. The dining table to her left held several boxes on its surface, taped up and labeled.

“What are you doing just standing there? Come help me pick a board game!”

At Taehyung’s words, she smiled. As she walked past the living area, she scanned the room. So far, Ryujin and Chaeyeon were the only two in sight. They were chatting about something quietly, Ryujin’s attention mostly on her phone as she lounged on the loveseat adjacent to the couch. Chaeyeon was the one doing most of the talking. Y/N wondered where the other boys were but decided not to question, following after Taehyung. Glancing back at Hoseok, she smiled as he made himself comfortable on the sofa.

Her shoes sounded heavier as she walked down the hall leading to all of the bedrooms. As her gaze scanned the bare white walls on either side of her, her heart became a boulder. Just like that, a place she was so used to was going to be gone. Photos of their families, of them, more of Jungkook’s favorite shots, used to be displayed proudly on these walls. Now it was simply another hallway. Again, she blinked and forced her attention to the back of Taehyung’s head. His hair was longer than the last time she saw him but she always told him he looked nice that way. He liked to keep it shorter, though, because he claimed it suited his elegance. She hummed in amusement, noting how his outfit was very him. Cozy but elegant. His favorite night robe hanging haphazardly at the crook of his arms, a dark turtleneck hugging his form.

Although she was confused when he continued past the hall closet, it was cleared up as he answered her thoughts. “First, I’m going to tell Guk to come out and stop hiding. If I have to, I’ll drag him out of there. Then, we’ll retrieve the games!”

“Sure you will,” Y/N mused, remaining a distance behind him. It didn’t take a genius to pick up on the distant vibes Jungkook had continued to throw her way for the past few weeks. She was nervous he would see her and decide against hanging with everyone. The thought stung but she pushed it aside.

Taehyung knocked on his door once before pushing it open. She was mostly hidden from Jungkook’s view. From her stance, she could catch a glimpse of his dark set of hair. Her eyes trailed from him for a moment, observing what little she could see of his room. She definitely wasn’t in the past anymore, because everything was hitting her like a punch to the stomach. All of his movie posters, his photos of his friends, family, places he was so proud of gone from the walls. The bookshelf in the corner was empty, none of the abundant books it carried in view. The floor was clear of everything, none of his signature flannels or shoes thrown seamlessly around. It was desolate, not anything like the room she knew. Swallowing heavily, she turned her attention back to the boy sprawled on his mattress.

From her position, she could see he was lying on his bed, his arms bent beneath his head and his headphones covering his ears. He looked comfortable, with no intention of coming out anytime soon. Taehyung sighed deeply before leaning forward and grabbing onto his friend’s ankle.

“Guk! What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like I’m doing?”

Taehyung stayed silent. Y/N wondered what look he was giving him. The silence seemed to work, because Jungkook proceeded to sigh, sitting up and out of her view.

“I know you want me to go out there, but what do you want me to say? Tae, you know why-”

“Before you go and whine, I think you should give the night a chance. We haven’t seen everyone like this in so long. I’m not going to let you miss out and then regret it forever.”

Silence once more. This time, Taehyung sighed. Glancing over his shoulder, he said, “Go ahead and pick the games we’ll play. They’re in the box on my bed. I’ll meet you back in the living room.” Stepping into Jungkook’s room, he gave her a reassuring look before the door was completely closed.

Allowing herself to breathe in deeply, she shook off the heaviness that was creeping up on her. Was she even allowed to feel this way, after avoiding being here for the last few months? Being here now, watching how the place had transformed and lost most of its sentimentality, it felt like all of her issues with her friends were dim in comparison. Because this was all of their last night here before it was gone, inaccessible. Starting tomorrow, it would be but a mere memory. Jimin was moving in with his girlfriend, a whole other issue on its own. Jungkook was distant already and would pull away even more now that he and Taehyung were moving in with other friends the rest didn’t particularly have a bond with- it was like turning around and realizing too much time had passed. Life was harsh like that.

It took too long to reach Taehyung’s door, even though it was a few steps away from Jungkook’s. Y/N chose to not look in Jimin’s room as she passed it, the door wide open. She already knew the sight would make her chest hurt.

A pause.

Her hand gently reached out and slowly pushed the door open.

Instead of heartache, perplexity fell over her like a curtain. Instead of being bare or mostly packed up, his bedroom was almost exactly the way it was in her memory. Hardly anything was packed, a couple of boxes on the floor open and slightly filled. The sight was comforting yet confusing.

For a few moments, she stood there and observed the room. Despite being somber only moments prior, the room before her made her steps light. It was nice to see at least one thing from her memory remained the same.

“Having trouble locating the board games?” Taehyung’s amusement sounded from behind her.

Caught in the act, Y/N’s skin warmed as she avoided Taehyung’s eyes. Maneuvering around her, he placed a gentle hand on her upper arm as if to comfort her. As he reached into the box on his bed, he looked over his shoulder to offer her a smile.

Instead of explaining why she was observing his room, she stepped up beside him to see the contents of the box. One by one, he pulled out the board games stacked on one another.

“I don’t know what I’m in the mood for. I don’t even know if those lame asses will want to play anything anyways.”

Bumping his shoulder with hers, Y/N exclaimed, “They won’t have a choice.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“We definitely have to play Hedbanz.”

“No question about that.”

As they separated the board games into two piles, one for yes and one for vetoed games, she grew distracted by his room once more. From her memory, the boys were going to move out tomorrow. Or maybe by the end of the weekend. She couldn’t remember the exact date. But Taehyung had done little to no packing.

“Ah, I know what you’re thinking,” This time, Taehyung wouldn’t look her in the eye as he put the games they had decided against back in the box, “I’m not intentionally holding off- well, I guess I am. I just, you know, I don’t want to… say goodbye quite yet. I’m obviously going to get it done. I don’t have a choice. Jimin keeps getting on my ass about it, but I’m not like him. I can’t just write this place off. I mean, we have so many memories here. And it’s like, I’m talking to a brick wall when I try to talk to Jungkook and Jimin about it. Jungkook can’t wait to get out of here, and Jimin has been pulling away long before we decided to move out anyways and-”

The words fell out of his mouth, as if he had been holding them in for a long time. He stopped himself abruptly, as if realizing what he was actually talking about. Shaking his head, he huffed a breath out and tried to apologize, but Y/N wasn’t having it.

“Hey,” Reaching out to his shoulder, she gently turned him to face her. He attempted a smile, but she could see he was a lot more sad than he was allowing himself to show. “You don’t have to apologize. I get it. This place, it’s a part of you guys. And it wasn’t just your home, it was where the three of you bonded and… not only that, it’s where all of us really connected. You don’t have to pretend it’s easy. It can’t be, not when there are so many memories tied to this place. There’s nothing wrong with it being a challenge. I’m sure it’s hard for the three of you, and you each handle it at your own pace. Most goodbyes are hard, especially when you don’t particularly want them. You’ll get it done in time. Just don’t stress yourself out.”

He nodded slightly, opting to not respond as he finished packing the other board games away. She took a moment to walk over to his dresser, more of his little belongings atop its surface. A quiet laugh fell from her mouth as she spotted the photo of him and Ryujin when they were young, their faces drawn on by each other and their expressions mixes of anger and amusement. Her eyes were drawn to another frame, her smile slowly falling at the sight of the entire group. It was one of the only successful photos the group had ever gotten, every single person feeling satisfied with the outcome. It was an unforgettable moment, her mouth pulling downward as her expression grew tense. It was simpler times, now that she reflected on it. She loved the photo, even had her own copy.

She remembered it even used to be in the boys’ living room. For a moment, she allowed herself to soak in the guys lined up in a row, the girls on their backs. She looked at herself, in the midst of laughter as she was on Jungkook’s back. Beside her, was Ryujin with a smug smile as she rested on Taehyung’s, his face stretched in feigned annoyance. Beside them were Chae and Hoseok in the same position, smiles lighting both of their faces. At the end, there was Jimin… Soojin on his back. The pair of them looked incredibly happy.

Taehyung appeared beside her and glancing at him, she noticed his own thoughtful expression studying the photo.

“That was one of my favorite memories of all of us. It was when Soojin was still here, and Jimin…” He looked down, as if it was too painful to continue down that road, before clearing his throat, “Anyways, I will still argue that it’s the best photo of all of us together. Not a single one of us looks caught off guard or ugly. Well, maybe Jungkook,” Y/N laughed at his jab and his face beamed with pride.

As they both stood beside each other, looking into the past, she wondered if they were thinking the same thing. How much would it take for their friendships to return to normal? Were they all destined to grow apart? Maybe Soojin was only the beginning, the first person to leave and perhaps be the beginning of the end.

“Things change, but it doesn’t always have to be a bad thing. Take the move, for example,” She decided it was time to turn away from the photo, turn forward. Approaching the bed, she scooped up some of the games into her arms, “Yes, it’s sad to leave a part of you behind. But moving out means new possibilities. I know you’re excited to live with Namjoon and, uh,”

“Seokjin. He likes going by Jin, though,” Tae went along with the topic shift, picking up the remainder of the games. After a second of potentially dropping them, he steadied himself and said, “Lead the way!”

She turned and headed for the door, not looking back when he quietly uttered, “Thanks for lending an ear. I’ve… really missed you being around.”

“Of course. And I’ve missed you too, Tae.”

She made sure her voice was light, ignoring the familiar heaviness in her chest at his words.

Walking into the living room, she could’ve fooled herself into this night being suspended in the past. Jungkook was skipping through one of his many playlists, trying to find a song to play on the bluetooth speaker in his hands. He was slouched in the other loveseat of the living room, on the opposing side from Chae’s seat. He looked bored and he likely was, but she knew that’s how he always started. He’d get into the night later.

Hoseok was standing near Chaeyeon, laughing at a story she was telling him while Ryujin listened in but looked less than amused. Even though Jimin was missing for the time being, it felt… familiar. It must’ve been a magic hour, because it was as if nothing had changed and they were transported back in time.

“Guk, can you move the boxes on the table?”

“For the last time, it’s a chest,” Jungkook responded monotonously, unmoving as he continued scrolling through his phone.

Hoseok spoke up, “I got it,” as he moved the boxes to the corner. Taehyung offered him a grateful smile and “accidentally” kicked at Jungkook’s legs as he walked near him, putting down the games.

“Thanks for the help.”

Jungkook glanced up for a second before returning his gaze to his phone. “Hoseok offered.”

Taehyung turned away from him, practically growling, “Swear I could smack him upside the head sometimes.”

If he heard it, he didn’t acknowledge it, a smile tugging at Jungkook’s lips as he finally decided on a song. It was perfect for the setting, laid back and a bright-sounding ukulele song. For whatever reason, it made Y/N hopeful for the night.

Settling on the couch beside Ryujin, she was greeted by Chae happily.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you’re here!”

“I am too,” Y/N agreed.

Instead of a hello, Ryujin gave her a more… Ryujin greeting. Leaning over, she showed her a photo on her phone. “Do you think I should buy these shoes?”

Y/N looked at her with mild surprise before getting more comfortable, taking the phone in her hand to inspect them better. It was normal, like it always had been. At least, like it used to be.

“Mmmm, why do you want them?”

Ryujin shrugged one shoulder. “I’ve been thinking I need some new shoes. Those seem reliable. White’s probably a bad idea but they look the most badass.”

Y/N looked at her for a moment, her heart blooming like a flower. It had been quite a while since she saw Ryujin, what, over a month? This girl was a campfire, warm and alluring. She drew you in, inviting and exciting. Just like campfires, she isn’t as serene as she seems. One wrong move- in other words, add gasoline- will set her ablaze. She was just as infuriating as she was inviting.

“I think they’re nice. Definitely a cop.”

“This is why I like you more. Chae said I should go with the red.”

Chaeyeon chimed in, “Hey! Your favorite color is red!”

“But who buys all red Jordans?” Ryujin turned to share a look with Y/N. “See what I mean?”

Y/N could only chuckle as she looked past her, noting Chaeyeon’s frustrated huff. Her eyes trailed, always searching for Hoseok. Quickly she found him when she looked over her shoulder, he and Taehyung standing in the kitchen entryway and talking quietly. As if he sensed her, his own eyes bounced toward her and offered her a smile before turning his attention back. Her heart flipped.

Turning back, there was the familiar sensation of someone looking at her. It was burning, and in her peripheral it seemed Jungkook was the culprit. Her eyes shifted to look at him. Either he was never looking at her in the first place or he had rather fast reflexes, because when her eyes reached him, his attention was on his phone. Unsure if she had been imagining it, she observed him as inconspicuous as possible. Out of everyone, he had been the person she hadn’t seen in the longest time. If she allowed herself to think about it, it saddened her more than she’d like to admit.

There was a period of time where she and Guk truly formed a close bond. When they hung out together, it was as if she had known him all of her life. The closer they got, they realized they had a lot more things in common than they would’ve guessed: similar music taste, they both loved films, obsessed over superheroes and they both enjoyed trying new things. It was a duo she never would’ve seen coming, because upon first glance they felt quite different. He was a brooding type on the surface, but loud and excitable when he was comfortable. She was more quiet and down-to-earth but wasn’t particularly shy even when meeting her. Maybe it was just her own speculation but it didn’t seem like they were the type to get close.

Except they did. And it was amazing.

She could recall vividly how he would randomly call her, excited and pleading with her to come hang out with him. Sometimes, it would be an afternoon playing the Nintendo Switch, driving Taehyung crazy because Guk would refuse to let him crash their hangout. Other times, they would go out walking in the city. Her favorite days would be when he was practically buzzing to show her something, usually street art, but sometimes places. And sometimes it would be a quiet journey, his attention and thoughts wrapped up in his camera. Other times, they would try and share earphones and laugh or grumble when one would accidentally knock them out of their ears. On those days, he would randomly hop up onto something along the way and purposefully sing loud and proud, making her laugh and cringe. Those were the best days.

Their friendship was extraordinary in its own way.

And one day, it all changed. There wasn’t really an explanation. From one day to the next, he didn’t really want to talk to her anymore. He especially didn’t want to hang out. The distant persona was a lot to take in, and it made her feel down when she started figuring out he would only come around if he thought she wouldn’t be there. Over time, she grew used to it. She had to, considering the state of everyone’s friendships in general.

Her heart dropped, still observing him from her spot on the couch. His hair was messy and cozy on his forehead, just like it always had been. He wasn’t as headstrong about haircuts like Taehyung, but he would get it cut when his mom would nag him about it enough. And he looked like he always did. The only difference was… they weren’t close anymore.

“You need something?”

His low voice directed at her snapped her out of her thoughts, practically making her jump in surprise. She was thrown off, not expecting him to address her at all. She shouldn’t have been though, considering he didn’t completely ignore her existence. He simply avoided her.

“Uh, well, uh- no. Sorry,” Her skin heated up with embarrassment. “How’ve you been?”

“Alright. Nothing new.” There was a pause, as if he didn’t want to continue talking. “You?”

It filled her with more happiness than she expected, having him talk to her again. She tried not to get her hopes up too much, because it was rather casual anyways.

“Same old, same old. Classes are the usual. Work is okay.”

“That’s good.” And that was that.

Even though it wasn’t much, it still made her sitting near him a lot more bearable. It even made her… happy. If she looked a little closer at him, she would be able to see how he pretended to be looking at the contents of his phone, his eyes on the same post for the last five minutes. She would see it was hard for him to pretend he was absorbed in the contents of his phone But she chose not to look into him anymore, too afraid he would get annoyed at her.

“Yes!” Taehyung’s exclamation gathered everyone’s attention, his eyes glittering as he turned to face everyone. “Jimin’s outside with the pizza! I’m ready to eat!” As he strode over to the front door, likely to help him carry everything in, Chaeyeon called after him.

“Did you get a cheese pizza? You know I don’t like pepperoni, right?”

“Of course. Who do you think I am?” He shot a wink at her, soon reaching for the front door. Before he opened it, he shot a grimace at Y/N and mouthed, Shit.

She merely shook her head at him before he pulled open the door and disappeared.

As they waited, Hoseok rounded the sofa and offered her that reserved smile meant for her. It made her heart stutter, her eyes likely gleaming as she observed him come closer. Perching on the arm of the couch, his presence washed over her. Always comforting. Because he was perched, he was looking down at her. Even though there was a set distance between them, of course there was, it still felt like every other time they were near each other. It was magnetic.

“Sometimes I forget how animated Tae is.”

She quirked a smile, her eyes trained on him. “He calls himself ‘the life of the party’ for a reason.”

“Maybe he is. He’s always been good at entertaining everyone for an entire night. Not just anyone could do that.”

“Ever the optimist,” She teased, her voice lowering. For a moment, she sincerely forgot they weren’t alone.

Hoseok returned a smile of his own, bumping his leg into her arm playfully. “I have to be. It balances out your cynicism.”

“Hey!” Playfully, she smacked the back of her hand into his leg as he laughed. “I’m not a cynic! We all know who that title goes to.” Simultaneously, both their gazes found Ryujin. She was in the midst of describing to Chaeyeon how much she disliked her job. Feeling attention on her, she turned toward the pair.

“What?”

Hoseok and Y/N stifled their laughs, avoiding her when she attempted to pester them about why they were laughing. After she gave up, Y/N leaned back into the sofa. Her gaze travelled upward, finding Hoseok’s own already on her. He always looked at her so fondly, and if it wasn’t a stretch, he always looked as if he were amazed. It served as her reminder that he was just as smitten.

“This is really nice. I’m glad we’re all doing this.”

Hoseok agreed. “I think we all needed it. It’s good to just take a step back from the seriousness of life and enjoy yourself. And what better way to enjoy yourself than hanging out with your friends?”

They looked at each other, their smiles fading a bit as their thoughts took over, and Y/N wondered if his thoughts mirrored her. All she could think of was the state of their friendships, stretched taut. In this moment, she hoped they could fix it.

The sound of the front door falling open drew everyone’s attention.

“Feel free to applaud. Your knights have saved the day!” Taehyung announced, the sound of his slippers slapping against the wood floors making his appearance a lot more adorable than he likely knew.

The appearance of Jimin following behind him twisted Y/N’s heart painfully. It was a lot harder to swallow the reality of her friendship with him. They still kept in touch, albeit occasionally. The only way she could describe what happened was how he had reverted to his older self, the version of himself when they first met. Even seeing him now, she noticed how he looked a little different.

She was sure the frown on his face didn’t help, uttering to Taehyung, “I didn’t hear you pipe up when I asked to go half on the price earlier.”

Taehyung had the decency to look embarrassed. “You know I’m tied down in the moving expenses.”

“Yeah, yeah.” A smile raised on Jimin’s lips and for whatever reason, released the tension in her shoulders. She was hoping to see a bit of the Jimin she knew.

She observed quietly as Ryujin trailed to the kitchen and attempted to open one of the pizza boxes, snapping at Taehyung when he shoved her hands away. Y/N’s eyes followed Jimin as his attention was on pulling out plastic plates and cups from the grocery bags. He looked tired, stressed. The one thing she noticed since he walked in was how his face seemed to be a permanent frown, his eyebrows drawn together and yet to be pulled apart. His hair was no longer blond, hadn’t been for a while. It was its original dark shade and peeking out of a beanie he tugged off after leaving the kitchen area.

The feeling of Hoseok’s hand on her shoulder pulled her down from her mind. Turning to him, she reassured his worried eyes with a smile. It looked like he struggled with not pushing the topic, but after pursing his lips he nodded in understanding.

“Ready to go eat?”

Nodding, she breathed in before standing. Now that Jimin was here, the night was officially beginning. She wasn’t so sure anymore how normal the night could play out. For her, it was impossible to shake the feeling that something was going to go down tonight. If the last couple of months was a testament to that, there was always something unravelling. She could only hope they achieved peace.

“Dude, move out the kitchen! You’re so annoying!” Taehyung practically hollered, pushing Ryujin’s hands away as she reached for the box once more.

“What are you talking about? I’m hungry and you’re standing in my way!” She wouldn’t budge, crossing her arms and looking at him sternly.

He looked frustrated, snapping at her with sarcasm. “Yeah, no shit, but we’re trying to get everything settled. Go clear the table or something!”

“That’s your job! This isn’t my apartment!”

Taehyung blinked at her, before turning away and mumbling, “You’re a pain in my ass.”

Everyone around them was used to the two of them. For Y/N, it was a bit hard to hold back a smile. The group knew how close the two were, though they were at each other’s throats majority of the time. Ryujin liked to argue with everyone in general, but with Taehyung it was a whole different level. They’ve been best friends since they were five and maybe the history was what made them act like siblings. Even though more often than not they were arguing, there were always moments that proved how much they meant to each other.

Jimin spoke up. “It’s okay. I’ll clear the table. Guk, handle the drinks, please.”

Jimin paused in his steps, noticing Y/N and Hoseok. Up close, she could tell he was tired. But it all seemed to fade away when a sweet smile brightened his face.

“Y/N! Hoseok! I haven’t seen you in ages.” He stepped forward and hugged her briefly before he did the same with Hoseok.

“It’s really nice to see you, Jimin.” She responded softly.

Hoseok added, “It really is. I see you dyed your hair back.”

Jimin immediately grew shy, his eyes shifting to the side as his hand came up to ruffle his own hair. “Yeah, I figured it was time to go back. Having to dye it blond was too much work. And way too expensive.��

“You look great either way, man.” Hoseok responded genuinely and it was like it was music to Jimin’s ears. His face brightened even more, the embarrassment washing away. Hoseok clasped his shoulder, adding, “Here. I’ll help you clear the table off.”

Jimin expressed his thanks. As he walked past Y/N, his gaze softened as he said quietly, “It’s really nice to see you. To see everyone.”

She didn’t have time to respond, Chaeyeon calling out to her and effectively seizing her attention. Walking into the kitchen, she managed to find the minimal space left to stand as she watched Chae and Jungkook take the drinks out of the bags. Jimin bought two-liters of a few different kinds of soda, along with two cases of beer and two cartons of juice.

Chae held up the orange juice and her face twisted. “Am I supposed to drink juice?”

Y/N watched as Jungkook looked at her blankly. “There’s soda. And beer.”

She looked right back at him. “Well, I don’t drink. And I don’t really like soda.”

Jungkook blinked before moving to walk away, sighing, “Drink water from the sink, then.”

Chaeyeon glared at his back, saying underneath her breath, “Jerk,” before saying more loudly, “Y/N doesn’t drink either.”

“At least she drinks soda,” He called back, reaching around Ryujin and grabbing a slice.

The pair of them stood behind Y/N, eating their slices quietly and brooding in front of the boxes. Y/N shook her head before pulling out a styrofoam cup and picking the Dr. Pepper two-liter. After failing to find ice in the freezer, she ignored how the soda was slightly lukewarm as she filled her cup.

After Chaeyeon poured herself some orange juice, she pulled Y/N aside and whispered, “He’s always so moody. I like it when he’s in a good mood.”

“Give him a break. He might be… going through something,” She ignored the memories of how close they once were.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t need to take it out on me.”

“Oh, Chae.” She tried to walk to the pizza. Chae stopped her, signalling her to continue. “He had a point.”

“Hey!”

Soon, they were all settled at the dining table. It was kind of a miracle, considering when they used to hang out they would typically sit wherever they wanted. Usually, they were split between the table and the living room. Tonight, however, that wasn’t an option and Y/N was sure it had to do with the circumstances. It would be their last time all eating together in this apartment, so she figured Taehyung wanted it to be special.

Y/N happened to be sat across from Jimin, watching him lost in thought. His eyes were zoned out, the slight bags under his eyes somehow more visible in the dim lighting. He finished eating quite early, sitting back in his seat and slowly chugging down his beer. It was nice seeing him after a while. It stung at the same time, noticing how obviously something was going on with him. When he wasn’t taking swigs from the bottle, he would slide it from one hand to the other across the surface of the table.

She decided if she got the opportunity tonight, she would ask him what was going on. Before he really pulled away from his friends, she had gotten an idea of what was eating away at him. No one really addressed it, because they knew how much it hurt him, but maybe that was all of their mistakes.

The fact of the matter was, it wasn’t too long ago that Soojin broke his heart.

Around the beginning, Soojin was a friend of the group who came around quite often. Before Hoseok really established his connection with everyone, he and Soojin were pretty much on the same level of their friendship status with everyone. She was a pretty great friend, especially with the girls. With her around, it had always felt a little like they could take on the world.

She was the uplifting type, always motivating the girls to go out without the guys, take time for themselves and discover what it’s like to just have fun on their own. Y/N could remember how unforgettable it would be whenever the four of them would hole up in someone’s dorm room or Soojin’s apartment. She had a karaoke machine she would set up every time and they would spend a chunk of their nights singing their lungs out. They would splurge on snacks, rent scary movies and shriek in horror and laughter all night until they passed out one by one.

If it wasn’t a stretch, Soojin was a girl’s girl. She made you feel like a queen.

One of the main reasons it was so easy to get close to her, and it used to be nice in the beginning, was she lived in an apartment down the hall from the boys. And when she would come around, it was clear how Jimin and her were from the start.

At first, it was innocent.

All too soon, it was serious.

He fell head over heels for her. It seemed reciprocated, too. At least it did on those nights when the girls would be resting in the darkness of her bedroom, her whispers filling the air of how she was amazed by him everyday.

And it was a masterpiece, seeing how Jimin unveiled an even more loving side of himself.

That was, until they started having problems.

After all, any sane boyfriend would have an issue with his girlfriend’s ex coming back to town and showing up at her door. Soojin had failed to really talk about how in love she was with her ex-boyfriend, and it threw her for a loop when he showed up unannounced.

The more time passed, the more fights unraveled between them. And one night, Jimin bared his heart to her. He expressed just how uncomfortable the guy made him, how he felt like it was a competition. And how, inevitably he felt like she didn’t know what she wanted.

That was the night she shattered his heart.

Since then, Jimin hadn’t really been the same. For a time, it seemed like he might be getting better. Enter his new girlfriend, and it was like it was the Jimin she first knew returned. She didn’t like the implications of that, because it meant he felt more like a stranger than familiar. Unfortunately, it was the truth.

He was a flower that was reverse blooming, and it was unclear whether he was wilted or too far gone. How could any of them know when he didn’t open up anymore?

And she wondered just how good this Miyeon girl was for him, considering they hadn’t gotten the chance to get to know her yet he was moving in with her. From what they’ve seen, she isn’t exactly great. Often, it seemed more like she was controlling him than caring about him. It boiled her blood.

“So. How are your new roommates like?” Chaeyeon asked, effectively breaking the silence.

Taehyung dabbed at his mouth, not even needing to look at Jungkook to know he wouldn’t answer, before responding. “I think you guys will like them. Namjoon is a bit of a bold guy, pretty wise but doesn’t take anyone’s shit. Jin is a character. He’s very sweet though. I think you and Joon would get along, Chae.”

Chae immediately grew flustered. Shaking her head, she was like, “Ah, I would hope not.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “And why not?”

“B-because… Well, I’m not looking to date anyone now.”

“Who says I was setting you up?”

“You implied it.”

“Says who?”

Jungkook threw his head back and groaned. “For fu- Both of you, relax. Chae doesn’t want to date him. And Tae, stop messing with her.”

Tae raised his hands in surrender. “I was only teasing. I know Chae is all business, never pleasure.”

Chae’s face grew serious. “Not true. Just because I don’t want to date your lame ass friend doesn’t mean I’m not dating in general.”

That grabbed everyone’s attention. There was a mixture of reactions, mostly surprise or curiosity. Chaeyeon wasn’t really the type to put any of her effort into dating. She was always more concerned about her grades, work and just the business side of life. And when everyone would ask, she would simply brush the idea off.

Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

Chaeyeon looked around, as if she were nervous. Her hand raised to brush some hair away behind her ear. Before she raised her head proudly and gave him a shy smile. “Well, who says… it’s a lucky guy?”

Everyone looked at Tae, his mouth slightly open. He blinked once before he nodded. “My apologies for assuming. Who’s the lucky someone?”

There was a collective sense of relief. If possible, Chae smiled even wider and seemed to grow more comfortable, maybe expecting more of a reaction. Y/N was just happy to see her look so happy. Chaeyeon was never one to talk about personal feelings, so it was a sweet change of pace.

“Well, it’s nothing too serious yet. Her name is Yves. We’ve been seeing each other when we have the time.”

Ryujin quirked an eyebrow, crossing her arms and putting up a serious front. Leaning forward, she made sure Chaeyeon was looking her in the eye before declaring, “Well, if it gets serious, you gotta bring her around. We need to make sure she’s worthy to date you.”

“Oh, please.”

The mood was light, for now. And it eased Y/N’s nerves. She couldn’t help but think about the possibility of it turning sour, but now that all of them were getting back into the swing of things and catching up, it was easier to forget about the unsettling feeling. For once, she decided to let go of those doubts and just enjoy her time with them.

Some time passed and eventually all of them found themselves back in the living room. Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook were in the corner, the former drinking slowly and at his own pace. He and Hoseok were in the midst of playing a racing game on the Nintendo Switch. It was cute, seeing how they had used a makeshift stand to hold up the Switch with two packed boxes stacked. Jungkook was distracted by them while searching for the next song to play on the bluetooth. Taehyung and Y/N were currently playing a game of Speed on top of the chest; Tae had been right, the others didn’t really want to play board games. So it was just the two of them for now.

Chaeyeon and Ryujin were chatting on the couch, Chae resting her head in Ryujin’s lap while the latter played with her hair. When Ryujin wasn’t arguing with someone, she could actually be quite sweet. Y/N heard Ryujin offer to braid her hair just as she beat Taehyung in the current round they were playing.

“Son of a- how do you always win?!”

“I was born with it,” Y/N beamed.

“Or you have no life and sit there practicing at home all day,” Taehyung practically spit, “Let’s go again!” As he shuffled the cards, Y/N’s eyes trailed to the other boys. Holding back a laugh, she could hear Hoseok’s quiet complaints, fully knowing how bad he was at the famous racing game. Every time they played, it was a miracle if he didn’t place 12th. And he would always have an excuse, saying it was the character he chose or the course they were racing. It wasn’t to her surprise when he screamed in anger, Jimin giggling while his face turned red. From the alcohol or the laughter, she wasn’t sure.

She smiled when Jimin cupped Hoseok’s shoulder, teasing, “Even when I’m a little tipsy, I can still kick your ass.”

“Hey! No, it was the course we were on! I’m not good at that course!” Y/N shook her head, knowing he was already going to come up with an excuse. Looking up at the loveseat, she froze at the sight of Jungkook watching her silently. He looked zoned out, and upon realizing her gaze on him his own widened with shock. Flustered, he snapped his eyes down to his phone and rapidly scrolled through it. For his sake, she didn’t question it just as Taehyung finished preparing the cards.

“You know, now that I think about it, I think you’d suit Namjoon a lot actually.”

Y/N coughed, caught off guard by Taehyung’s words. Even though it threw her off, she was still rapidly slapping cards down as she tried to win the round. “Uh, no thanks. I’d rather not.”

“Oh come on. Is it because of my description of him? I swear he’s better than I could ever make him sound.”

“Tae, why are you trying so hard to set one of us up with this guy?” Chaeyeon asked, her attention on the card game at hand.

Taehyung shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I was talking to him recently and it seems like he wants to get out and try dating. What kind of wingman would I be if I didn’t at least try to set him up with the greatest girls I know?”

“And who says you’re a great wingman? Just give it up, Tae. He’s probably single for a reason,” Ryujin scoffed, her attention mostly focused on braiding Chae’s hair.

“Oh shut up. You’re just salty I didn’t ask if you wanted to be set up with him,” Taehyung shot back. Y/N grew alarmed at the lack of cards left in his hand, organizing her cards in order so she could slap them down when the opportunity arose.

“As if I’d want to date one of your weird friends,” Ryujin scoffed.

“On second thought,” Y/N frowned, Taehyung’s attention directing toward Ryujin instead of the game, “You’d be better suited for Jin’s crazy ass. Actually, he’s not crazy. You are. He knows how to deal with craziness. His last girlfriend trashed his car when she thought he was lying about visiting family.”

“Again, I’ll handle my own love life, thank you very much.”

“Suit yourself,” Taehyung turned back to the card game, uttering, “Have fun dying old and alone.”

“Speed!” Y/N called out, grinning at Taehyung’s look of shock.

“Yo, you’re cheating or something. I only had two cards left!”

“How do you cheat at Speed? It’s a game of, well, speed. It’s not my fault you’re slow at putting your cards down!”

“Nah, nah, I don’t accept that victory-”

“What do you mean, you don’t accept it? I won. Plain and simple.”

“-and I want a rematch.”

“Enough!” Jimin exclaimed loudly, now standing beside their little setup after having passed his controller over to Jungkook. “I have a wonderful idea, one that doesn’t involve arguing over a stupid card game.”

“Hey! Don’t knock it until you try it,” Y/N exclaimed. He raised his hands in a fanning motion, as if to concede.

“Let’s make margaritas!”

“That’s your wonderful idea?” Ryujin’s voice was drier than the Sahara desert. “I literally hang out with a bunch of nerds.”

“Says the girl who likes dressing up in a Lord of The Rings costume to binge-watch the series all alone,” Jimin responded calmly.

She gaped at him, before saying, “Well, there’s nothing wrong with being a nerd.”

“Yeah, exactly,” He told her in a mocking tone, before turning his attention to the remainder of his friends still paying attention, “Lucky for you guys, I bought all the ingredients to make them!”

“That sounds great, Jimin,” Y/N offered up, and he gave her a sweet smile.

“If you don’t mind, Chae, would you make them? You’ve perfected the skill,” He said, in that sweet way that makes it hard for anyone to say no.

“Is anyone else confused as to why she makes bomb margaritas but doesn’t drink whatsoever?” Taehyung asked as he set up the Connect Four game.

Just then, Ryujin finished braiding Chae’s hair, the latter expressing her thanks before turning to Taehyung and saying, “Coaches don’t play in the game, you know.”

“That’s a good point right there,” Jimin commended her, before leading her off to the kitchen.

Ryujin sat down on the ground beside Y/N, getting comfortable and ready to watch the game. Noticing Hoseok and Jungkook had turned off the Switch, Y/N watched as Hoseok got comfortable on the couch behind her. Noticing her noticing him, he shot her a smile.

“Actually, you can play, Ryu.”

“Hold up, wait- I don’t want to play with Grouchy,” Taehyung interjected.

“Are you seriously calling me one of the seven dwarves?”

“No, I was calling you grouchy because you’re always in a bad mood. But, if we’re being technical, we all know I would be Snow White.”

“What are you even talking about…”

“Hey,” Y/N said, albeit a little too smitten as she sunk into the seat beside Hoseok.

“Hey,” he responded playfully, the two of them sharing a smile for a little too long before he asked, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling… really good. The night is going a lot smoother than I thought it would. It’s just like how it used to be and I… I don’t know, I really missed everyone.”

Hoseok looked somewhere off in the distance, his eyes shining with happiness. “Me too. I really did miss this. All issues aside, there’s a reason why we’re all so tight.”

“Exactly…And it makes me feel like,” She lowered her voice, “Those issues can definitely be worked through. I mean, these are our best friends. Even though all of us can butt heads, we’ve been able to withstand a lot of issues over the past two years.”

“I agree. We all have a lot of fire in us and a lot more love for each other to match. I’m sure the people who have issues with one another can take it day by day and work through it.”

For once, the doubtful thoughts didn’t creep in. Instead, she was filled with hope.

How could she be filled with anything else, when the night had been going extremely well?

“Alright! Who wants one?” Chaeyeon called from the kitchen.

“Me!” Taehyung and Ryujin said simultaneously, Hoseok watching them with a fond smile. Before following after them to get his own cup, Hoseok rested his hand on her knee. He looked at her the way he always does when he wanted to kiss her, but instead he settled on the smile specially reserved for her.

Kiss or not, they always knew exactly how much they adore each other.

It was a rarity, what she discovered with Hoseok. He was rare. It was why so many people were enamored by him, why everyone alike adored him. She felt extremely lucky to have been chosen by him, to get a closer look on what lies beneath the surface. What was even more miraculous was that he felt the same about her.

An hour or so passed and if possible, the night cooled down even more. Everyone seemed relaxed as they all kicked back and either nursed their drink or vibed with the music. Taehyung was in the midst of telling a grand story about how he believed he had already met the love of his life and happened to miss his chance, which is why he was single. He was the most sober guy Y/N knew but sometimes, his rambles sounded like that of a drunken man.

Ryujin threw her head back and groaned, effectively cutting him off. “Tae, come on. You can’t be serious.”

Unknowingly, his lip slightly jutted out, his frown mirroring a frustrated puppy. “I’m being dead serious. There’s no way I haven’t met her yet. Statistics show that you’ve met the love of your life before 21.”

“Show me those statistics,” Chaeyeon uttered.

“Exactly,” Ryujin agreed, stretching her legs out before laying them across Y/N’s lap. “It’s just highly improbable.”

“Well, it’s my belief.”

“It’s a ridiculous belief.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Everything’s ridiculous to you. That’s why you’re so miserable.”

“Says the single one.”

“You’re single too!”

“It’s a choice.”

“That what you tell yourself to help you sleep at night?”

A new voice interjected. “I believe it.” Everyone’s attention turned to Jimin, his soft voice successfully ending the bickering. “What Tae is saying.” He had been in the corner of the living room for the past forty five minutes, his back up against the wall beneath the shelves. His toy car rested right above his head, unseen by him. His legs were pulled up to his chest, one arm hugging his legs while his other hand dangled his beer. Jimin’s cheeks were rosy, eyes glazed and sad. Y/N’s chest constricted.

It seemed like everyone felt the same way about his words, Taehyung’s back straightening as he cleared his throat. He continued.

“Think about it. You spend a lot of time around the same people. And if you don’t move away from where you grew up, then that fact is even more concrete.”

“There’s too many outliers,” Chaeyeon backed up Ryujin, “What if your soulmate lives on the other side of the world? What if they are a stranger you’ve only seen in passing, or they speak a different language? What if they’re older than you? What if they’re younger and you’ll meet them when it’s too late?”

“You also have to consider whether you’re a believer in fate. Because that changes the entire game,” Ryujin added.

“You guys are missing my theory. Keyword: my. It’s how I personally perceive the state of my life. Coincidence or not, fate or not, I truly feel like I’ve already met my soulmate. And either I know them but have no idea or I just completely missed my shot.”

Y/N attempted to comfort him. “Tae, you’re young. You shouldn’t be stressing over this. You have time-”

“That’s just it, Y/N. Every single person says they’re young until suddenly, they’re not. Then who knows? I might wake up one day having never found the love of my life.”

He was genuinely worried about it. Taehyung had always been a romantic, happening to pay particular attention to the unrealistic aspects of life. But it rejuvenated Y/N, always reminded her to take a step back from the seriousness of life and simply dream.

“Tae,” Hoseok’s caring tone held the worried guy’s attention, “Even if you have met her, it doesn’t mean you won’t get a chance to show her how incredible you are. Don’t forget it. Whoever she is, she’s going to be lucky to love you. And the same goes for you. I bet you’ll be lucky to have her. That’s love. And the thing about love is, it always comes at the most unlikely times. Don’t think too much about it. You have plenty of other things to fall in love with while you wait.”

Taehyung held his gaze for a few beats, before letting himself relax and nodding at his words. Y/N completely agreed with Hoseok’s words, and she knew that whoever was his future lucky someone, they would be utterly in love with the guy. Taehyung was a phenomenon.

“You always know what to say, Hoseok. It baffles me that you’re single.”

Y/N was sure she was the only one who noticed how Hoseok slightly stiffened. His laugh was nervous but only to her ears. She forced herself to keep a steady facial expression.

Hoseok laughed for a little too long before settling on, “Ah, my time will come. I’m not worried.”

“I’m not worried either. The ladies love you. Actually, everyone loves you. If someone doesn’t, they can deal with me.”

Jungkook scoffed. “What are you gonna do?”

“Well, I-”

“He’s not going to do shit,” Jimin giggled, his words slightly slurring.

“You guys have no faith in me,” Taehyung whined. It was nice to see the trio engaging in a friendly banter.

Other topics arose and it seemed as though people's mouths became more loose with their drinks. All too quickly, it became a game of caution. Still, Y/N forced her worry from earlier to remain down. She didn’t want it dulling her mood. After all, there was still her, Hoseok and Chae to keep the peace. Y/N’s comfort was short-lived, however, because sometimes conflict can arise even in the least likely of places.

“How’s your dance class been going? The kids giving you a hard time?” Hoseok asked, his own drink starting to show its effects as he spoke a little too loudly for everyone’s close proximity.

Ryujin sipped at her margarita before setting it down, humming in thought. “Not necessarily. I got lucky this semester. They’re really eager and listen well. And nothing discourages them. So no, they’re making it quite easy.”

“Can’t imagine it would be any easy to be taught by you,” Taehyung teased. But something about the look on Ryujin’s face had him detecting she didn’t like it.

“Yeah, well, at least I know what I’m doing with my life.”

All traces of amusement dissipated from his face. With a few words, she had stunned him. And it left the air chilled between them. For an inexplicable reason, Y/N’s eyes trailed to Jimin. Though his eyelids were heavy, he looked put off by the comment. Her observations were right as he stood up slowly, muttering, “I’m getting a beer,” before disappearing into the kitchen. She assumed it was because he sensed what was coming.

“Ryu, that was uncalled for,” Chaeyeon tested out the waters. The waters measured dangerous.

“Yeah, and? He always has something to say.”

“Grow up,” Jungkook bluntly put out there. Ryujin didn’t like that either. And Y/N watched at the rapidly rising waves.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me. Forbid anyone from criticizing you, let alone messing around with you.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N held her breath at the girl’s hostile tone, recognizing the familiar defensive stance Ryujin was taking. Her gaze was scathing, but Jungkook was the most fireproof of them all. It was going to be a stalemate. “Who asked you what you think?”

“No one did. But last time I checked, we were all thinking about it.”

Ryujin spluttered, as if what she was hearing was total nonsense. “Quit acting like Taehyung’s lawyer. He can stand up for himself.”

Prior to her response, Jungkook had been aimlessly scrolling through his phone. For whatever reason, the lawyer comment set him off. Leaning his elbows on his knees, he rubbed at his face in frustration before turning his steel gaze to meet hers. As Y/N watched the scene unfold even further, she noticed Ryujin grew taken aback by his look. It wasn’t easy standing up against his intimidating nature. But she was the most hard-headed person Y/N had ever met; if anyone were to do it, it would be her.

“Ryujin, have you ever considered taking a look in the mirror? You should be the last one judging Taehyung. In fact, you should be the last one judging any of us. Yet you’re the most judgmental one of us all.”

Ryujin faked a laugh, the air growing more icy. “Oh, that’s classic. Coming from Mr. ‘I’m better than everyone else’ and ‘I don’t feel anything ever’. You’re really one to talk.”

“Enough,” Taehyung said, too quiet for the two to hear. Even if they did, they ignored him.

“See what I mean? Instead of actually defending yourself with reason, you lash out. Kind of pathetic and immature if you ask me.”

“You’re such an asshole, Jungkook. News flash: no one cares if you’re brooding in the corner. In fact, why are you even here?”

“Enough,” still quiet, but Taehyung’s face was growing red as his eyes trained on the floor.

Jungkook was never one to show his irritation, but it was visible now as his eyes narrowed. He leaned in her direction, his voice stifled as if he were holding back.

“Don’t forget that this is my place. Not yours. And if you want to continue to disrespect us- Oh wait, that’s right. That’s all you know how to do. Run your mouth-”

“Screw you-”

“Enough!” Taehyung’s outburst effectively put an end to their clash. His chest was heaving and upon looking closer, it seemed his eyes were glossy in the dim lighting. Before Y/N could observe further, he had jumped to his feet and stormed out of the room.

“Look what you’ve done. You’ve went and riled him up,” Ryujin hissed.

Jungkook could only look at her with disbelief before shaking his head. He ended with, “Never fail to disappoint.”

Hoseok’s hand rested on Y/N’s shoulder, sensing her unease. Looking at him, he reassured her with the slightest caressing of his thumb. It was palpable, the warmth beneath the layers of her clothes. It comforted her, so quickly it truly was magic.

Pulling his hand away, he whispered, “I’ll go check on him.”

She wanted to go herself, but she didn’t want to overwhelm him if they both went. So, she agreed. After he left, the people who remained were blanketed in tension. Jimin trudged his way back in the room, his boots clunking on the wooden floors before they found the rug. He paused in his steps, lazily scanning the remaining faces. As he stood there, he fished out his keys from his pockets to pop off the cap of his beer bottle. Y/N wondered if he had downed one in the kitchen.

“Where’s Tae?”

“Where do you think?” Ryujin snapped.

“Ryu, enough already. Stop picking fights,” Y/N said without much thought. A part of her regretted it, seeing as it stunned her friend into silence. She grew quiet, her short hair hiding her facial expression as she turned her attention to the ground. In the end, it had to be done.

Instead of finding his corner, Y/N was surprised and pleased when Jimin trudged over to her, plotting himself right on the floor in front of her legs. Pushing his back into them, he sighed before muttering, “Doesn’t take long, does it?”

“What?”

“For this place to come crashing down.”

“This place or these people?” Their eyes turned to Jungkook, who was listening in on their more-than-obvious conversation. Y/N’s thoughts from earlier snuck in, hovering around her as Jimin merely chuckled.

“The question of the year.”

“Maybe I should make more margaritas,” Chae was thinking out loud, usually not one for hostility. She despised it in fact, and tended to retreat when it began to unravel. But their earlier conversation rung in Y/N’s mind, how much her friends wanted things to work out. Maybe that’s what all of them wanted. Maybe it was too broken to achieve. It had only taken one thing to set off Ryujin, who set off Jungkook and overwhelmed Taehyung. Who knew who else would be dragged in as the night progressed?

Y/N felt the overwhelming urge then to leave. But Chae’s hope, Taehyung’s gratitude and Jimin’s hidden sadness told her to stay.

“I’ll help,” was the only thing Ryujin said before stalking off to the kitchen.

“Good. Don’t want you around anyways,” Jungkook said underneath his breath, studying his cuticles in a kind of bored manner. He looked up, his face still irritated as he landed on Y/N’s disapproving look. Something in his face shifted then, softened into something like… shame. Fixing his face, he merely shrugged before looking away.

Jimin leaned his head back, his hair sprawling across Y/N’s lap and showcasing his face. His eyes were closed, his face peaceful. It gave her something to latch onto, to help her push through the doubts that were seizing her.

“What are we going to do?” She didn’t mean to say it aloud, but her worry was outrunning her and she had to brace herself for impact. Jimin heard her loud and clear, blinking away the bleariness in his eyes. Sitting up for just a moment, he twisted around so he could look her in the eyes. For a moment, she had her Jimin back.

“We just have to push through. There's a light at the end, right?”

Just like that, he was gone. Turning back around, he leaned his head back once more and closed his eyes. But not before his expression went from open to closed… just like a tragic book.

>>> FINAL PART <<<

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yikesyall · 5 years

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Chocolate— Loki x Peter

Peter, needless to say, had a rough day. First of all, Flash was being more of a douche at school than he normally is. During lunch, Flash spilt the spoiled cafeteria milk onto Peter, resulting in Peter smelling like spoiled milk for the rest of the day. Second of all, patrol was a bitch. The criminal that he was going after had a knife. Needless to say, he got stabbed, well.. lightly. It was a graze. He healed within the next hour.. but that wasn't the point, he was having a bad day.

The only thing that could make it better was the chocolate bar.

Ah yes, the chocolate bar.

Rich, milky, expensive.. chocolate. He could practically taste the chocolate melting in his mouth as he clicked the elevator button to the kitchen, in the Stark Tower.

To pass time riding up the many levels, he pulled out his phone, only to find a notification from Ned. Swiping left on the new iPhone Mr. Stark got him, he opened the message.

Ned: hey dude we on for the Star Wars LEGO set tonite?

Smirking, he began to type.

Peter: Of course, dude!

He pressed send.

Ah, just in time.

He looked up to see the elevator doors opening.

Making a beeline straight for the fridge, he didn't notice the crowd gathered in the connecting room to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, he smiled, but it soon turned into a grimace.

His chocolate wasn't there..

Squeezing the fridge door, he could feel the stainless steel crush beneath his fingers.

"Where's my chocolate?" He asked, uncharacteristically sounding monotone.

The avengers, who had been watching him, paled. It was a widely known rule throughout the tower not to eat Peters candy/chocolate. Only bad could come.

Furrowing his brows, he trudged into the connected room which sat most of the avengers.

"I've had a really terrible day. I had a douche pour milk on me, making me smell like heckin' crap all day, and then I got stabbed chasing after a criminal." He paused, making a full sweep of the room, glaring. "All I want to know, is who ate my chocolate."

Not wanting to get the wrath of an upset Peter, the avengers pointed out the culprit quickly.

There sat a black haired male, wearing green.

Loki.

He also had a taunting grin on his face.

"What are you gonna do about it, Spiderling?-" Loki plopped the last bit of chocolate into his mouth, moaning at the taste, before speaking around it, "-take it out of my mouth?"

"Brother-" the blonde god said, before being interrupted by Peter making quick steps, only to stand in front of the black haired god.

Leaning down to make level with Loki, who was sat on the couch, he smirked, "You know? I just might."

Grabbing Loki's face with his hands, he crashed their lips together leaving a shocked audience, and victim.

Loki didn't expect the man of spiders to do it-

Attempting to pull away from the young boy proved fatal. The grip the spider boy had on his face was strong, and determined to keep him seated there.

Forcefully, Peter entered Loki's mouth with his tongue, leaving a dazed Loki getting enraptured with the forceful kiss.

Using his own tongue to sweep the bit of chocolate that remained into his own mouth,

he pulled away.

Quickly recovering, Loki's eyes opened to see the spider boy wipe the string of saliva off his mouth. He also saw the boys adam's apple bob; indicating he swallowed something. Thats when Loki realized that the boy was true to his word...

He got the chocolate.

Blushing, he briefly thought, 'What an interesting boy.'

"Well, gotta skedaddle. Meeting a friend later." Peter said, strutting to the window. Looking back at Loki, he smirked, "Not bad" before dropping out the window.

The avengers kept their eyes trained on the boy, swinging from building to building, until they could no longer keep sight of him.

"What the fuck.."

#loki #peter #peterparker #peter parker #avengers #fanfiction #kiss #chocolate #ned #spiderman #holy hecc #fanfic #the avengers #marvel

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vintagemiserie · 5 years

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hehe heres some fun jazz au tonite :^] tell me if theres anything in here i need 2 fix or if anythings uncharacteristically stupid for my writing ok? ok (also tw, the f slur is used, i wish there was an alternative to it that i was more comfy w but its the parallel to dyke so i have to make do)

Joe settled his head on Patrick's shoulder, humming along to the Beach Boys song that played on the radio. The bed was covered with photos, and they were trying their best to organize the best ones. Hell, the walls were now bare, since Patrick wanted to get the very best pictures he'd ever taken. “Look at this one, Joe, your eyes are so blue in it,” He said, holding it up. The smile he had made Joe's heart melt; seeing his boyfriend so genuinely happy was far too rare for his liking.

“Why are we doing this, again?” Joe asked, scooting closer so he could at least consider kissing Patrick's neck.

“For the—uh, right, for me to submit to the, uh, the art gallery.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“You suggested me to do it.”

“Yeah, I guess I did, huh? I like your pictures, I could never take half as good ones as you can.”

Patrick rolled his eyes, setting a picture in one of his piles. “That's not true, you've just never tried. I bet if you started with photography, you'd be a million times better than me, 'cause you're better than me at everything.”

“That's a lie.”

“No it's not. I can't even function by myself.” Patrick huffed and grabbed another photo, one of the touring band getting on a bus. “Normal people don't have their friend also be their g—their fucking… stupid as hell guardian, how did I—” He set down the photo and hung his head. “Do you think Andy thinks of me as capable of doing anything by myself? You think that's why my life's like this?”

“I dunno,” Joe said, feeling nearly uncomfortable. He tried his best to stay out of Patrick's relationship with Andy, if only because he didn't really know much of what it actually was. From what he understood, some legal stuff happened, and Patrick seemed to swing back and forth between hating it and desperately needing Andy to function. Joe picked up a photo, a pink and orange sunset with some leaves in the foreground. “Hey, this one's a really nice picture, did you climb into your apple tree for this?”

Patrick took the photo from Joe's hand with what felt like more force than the singer intended on, and he stared at it for a few moments before putting it into the "yes" pile. "I'm just so confused, all the time… fuck, sorry, we talked about… how you… didn't want me to… y'know."

"I don't really mind if you vent, Patrick, it was just getting to be too much."

"Yeah, I know. There's just nothing happy in my life to talk to you about. Even when I'm happy with you it stresses me out, 'cause I start thinking about how quickly everything could end, and how—addiction, and stuff, and I hate being such a downer, but I barely have any happy memories left, and even the happy ones make me feel like shit, 'cause they're all from when I was, like, eight, and Pete always tells me about how I used to be happy before I met him, and stuff, but I don't even know what I was like before everything happened, and—shit, Joe, I'm sorry, I can't control myself, my brain makes me say things and I'm just stuck without being able to do anything about it, and.." Patrick hid his face in his hands, and his shoulders began to shake. Joe knew he really needed to say something at that moment, but nothing he thought of was comforting.

In fact, his thoughts were really rather bitter, and shockingly so. Joe watched as Patrick sobbed, and he was unable to move. Nothing he'd usually say sounded alright to him, nothing sounded like something that would make Patrick shut up already and get back to what Joe wanted to do, because he just fucking wanted Patrick to stop talking and get on with it.

Joe slid off the bed and stood up. "Do you need… do you need space, for a second, Patrick? Because I don't think I can say anything that would make things better, and I think we both need to catch our breaths so we can just hang out with each other, and not, like, worry."

Patrick didn't reply, so Joe stepped out of the room, closed the door, and took a deep breath. He needed to think clearly, and get the negativity bug out of his head. His boyfriend had a habit of making things horrible, and Joe just needed to think and maybe brew himself a cup of coffee. He sighed and headed off to Patrick's kitchen and got to work with the coffee maker, since Patrick bought the coffee pre-ground.

Joe was deep in his thoughts over what to do to make things better when the room was lit up with a flash. He looked outside to see if it had grown stormy while they were in Patrick's room, but the sky was clear. "Sorry for freaking out," Patrick said, and when Joe turned around he saw that Patrick was standing in the doorway, holding one of his cameras. "I think you did the right thing, leaving me alone. It makes me have to be responsible. I wish I was better at making it clear how in love with you I am."

Joe nodded, a horrible feeling running down his spine. "Yeah, I—Patrick, I got kinda mad with you, actually. I wasn't thinking straight and I left 'cause I didn't want to say anything stupid."

Patrick somehow managed to crack a smile, something Joe wasn't at all expecting. "What, you weren't thinking straight, fag?" He said, starting to giggle. Joe raised his eyebrows, unsure of what exactly to say. Somehow, he started laughing, too.

"You know, Patrick," Joe said, pouring his cup of coffee as he laughed, "I think you were right about yourself being stupid."

Patrick practically doubled over, and failed to say something with how hard he was laughing. Joe took a sip, then set the mug on the counter, stepped to Patrick, and pressed a kiss to his lips once they each got their laughter under control.

"I love you," Joe said. "We should, uh, let's get back to figuring out your best pictures. Isn't the deadline for submitting stuff for the art gallery pretty soon?"

"It's in, like, a week. I dunno, I kinda just want to kiss you right now."

Joe smiled. "Then kiss me."

"Then maybe I will," Patrick glowered.

"You're not, though."

Patrick reached to the back of Joe's head and pulled him into a kiss, and Joe settled a hand on Patrick's hip, the other ending up holding the singer's arm. Then Patrick's head tilted a bit, and his lips parted almost imperceptibly, and Joe couldn't help but deepen the kiss.

His mind whirled, and as Patrick's hand tightened in his hair, his mind dropped all of the turmoil that they just went through. Nothing in his head could make him feel negative, not with Patrick's soft lips against his own.

Joe felt nearly breathless when Patrick pulled away, and watched how Patrick's pretty eyes wandered as they admired Joe's face, a smile growing on the singer's face. "Let's get back to sorting the photos," Patrick said, his eyes finally locking onto Joe's. He sounded unconvincing.

"I'd rather do anything but that."

Patrick's laugh was breathy, barely a chuckle but more than enough. He patted Joe's shoulder, then turned, not waiting for him as he headed for his bedroom.

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Happy Halloween

All Might has a halloween party, Aizawa reluctantly goes, things escalate, Toshinori has self image issues, Aizawa aims to change that

Aizawa was surprised that she was surprised.

She wasn't quite sure what to expect when Mic announced that she had costumes for their little trio for the Halloween party All Might was throwing. The blonde sure enjoyed her American traditions, and the other blonde was always too happy to indulge her. Especially if it was crazy, bright, nonsensical, and could have a beat slapped on to it.

“So what do you think?”

“You need to get that out of my face before I burn it.”

Mic pouted but did not relent. She continued to push the velvety fabric against the brunettes face.

“Come on kitty cat!”

Aizawa groaned and contemplated slamming the door in Mics face. She smiled at the thought of the loud mouth whining out in the cold in her matching gray velour mouse one piece. The fact that she had chosen to be a mouse of all things… She had to have done it on purpose.

“Come on, you don't want to disappoint All Might do you?”

“I could care less if I disappoint her.”

Yamada gasped in mock shock.

“But she had picked out all our outfits, how could you?!” Mic clutched her heart in feign distraught. “Think of poor little Toshinori!”

Aizawa bristled at that and Mic saw her opening. While Aizawa cared little for the “All Might” persona. While she had a loyalty and possessiveness over the counterpart of the huge woman.

Mics lips stretched over her teeth in a cheshire like grin. She had her. Aizawa knew she was defeated and ripped the costume from her hands.

“There's gonna be a lot of booze right?” Yamada giggled and nodded.

Aizawa sighed. She felt naked in the one piece compared to what she normally wore. It was freezing. How do Yamada and Might Stand it? How hot do they run?

The pair arrived at All Might's apartment shortly after Yamada dragged Aizawa out of her apartment. It was already packed to the seams with people dancing and jostling around. How ironic to have a costume party with heroes. Switching out the daily uniforms for something more cartoonish. As she scanned the room she saw a good amount of heroes had dressed up as each other and were having a good time doing drunken impressions of each other. It was too many people for Aizawa's taste, but she was already here might as well stay for some time.

Hizashi squealed in her ear and dragged her towards the center of her excitement. Towering over a group of guests was All Might dressed in a white velour bunny outfit similar to Aizawas and Mics. Aizawa wondered how the fabric was holding up under the strain of the All Might form, already looking several sizes too small. The tall blonde was laughing as she entertained the circle of entranced heroes. When she spotted the two she waved them over excitedly. Why was she even using the All Might form? She knew the strain it put her body under and she wasn't even doing hero work. Why strain yourself so needlessly? What a waste. Aizawa was beginning to sour her already agitated demeanor.

All Might laughed when she greets Mic. When she turned to Aizawa her demeanor cracked slightly and her face flushed. It was the most skin Aizawa had shown off in public and with their on and off thing they had going on she understood what effect she was having.

“Thank you both for coming. I honestly wasn't sure Mic was going to be able to get you here. I expected the outfit even less.”

Aizawa glared to the side at Mic.

“Do you have any liquor here? I kinda wanna forget that I'm in this costume.” All Might let out a genuine laugh at that and Aizawa's heart burned.

The costume wasn't the only reason she needed a drink.

“Of course. Midnights set up a little bar for himself.”

Low and behold in the far corner of the apartment Midnight managed to close off the kitchen to make it a little bar. He was even dressed like a glitzy bartender or cocktail waitress. Aizawa figured this was as best a time than any for her to go solo. She broke away from the blondes without a word and made her way over to the roaring event. Aizawa wondered for a moment if this was something Midnight did outside of work. He was juggling 3 shakers filled, with god knows what, for a cheering crowd. The sour puss managed to make her way to the front, managing to catch the tail end of the performance.

“Hey Night can you get me some vodka?”

“Starting off hard tonite are w-” Night nearly dropped a tumbler one he looked over at Aizawa. “My, my, my, that's the most I've seen of you ever.”

“Thanks, I hate it.” Midnight busted out laughing.

“Why are you wearing it then?”

Aizawa blushed and looked off to the side.

“Ahhhh,” Midnight followed Aizawa's gaze, “You're so whipped.”

“Shut up and give me a drink.”

“Not with that attitude missy.”

“Please sir, give me a full glass of hard liquor.” Midnight smiled and poured a shot. Aizawa looked the man dead in the eyes.

“What?”

“If you're gonna be difficult just leave me with the bottle.”

“Are you that embarrassed?” Aizawa said nothing. While maintaining eye contact she leaned over the bar and grabbed the full bottle of Titos.

“Christ Ai.” Midnight muttered in awe as the woman chugged the equivalent of, at least a glass, of straight vodka.

“That's better.”

“Cheers Kitty,” Aizawa groaned “ Everything is fine. You look, well, you look fine as hell, and she knows it.” Aizawa stared longingly at the boastful woman across the apartment.

“She hasn't even noticed I left her and Mic.”

“Oh please, She has. You can see her trying to subtly glance around for you. She feels obligated to entertain her guests.”

“Rather than her supposed lover?” Aizawa mumbled quietly.

Mid smiled softly.

“You told me you hated All Might. Toshi's not here right now. All Might has an obligation to her friends and peers.

“Toshi's never here.” Aizawa took another long swig of the bottle before sauntering off.

She figures she could find a dark corner to get drunk and cry in or something.

The whole conversation made her mood drop even lower than before.

She found herself nearing the dance floor. She took another swig and decided

Fuck it.

She left the bottle somewhere before immersing the heat of the crowd. She didn't really know how to dance, but, then again, nobody else seemed like they knew either. Hell, a good chunk of them were probably drunker than her. Mic had apparently broke away from Might also and took up the responsibility of dj-ing. She knew good music, albeit loud, Aizawa would give her that. Aizawa cleared her mind and just let herself go, let her body move with the music.

If she wasn't already buzzed she might be bothered by the closeness of other bodies pressing against her. As more time passed the drunker she began to feel. She allowed more people to impede in her personal space and embrace her, she embraced them back. She cared less and less with each passing moment. The current body she felt behind her back was suddenly gone and replaced by a larger, much more dominant one. She thought it might be Endeavor for a moment, but then again, Endeavor would never come to All Mights even if invited.

All Might.

Toshi?

Aizawa refused to turn around out of drunken spite. She couldn't ignore the presence however. That was near impossible. Large fingers encircled her hips and Aizawa off beat for a moment before they pulled her back into the tune.

“You look stunning Shouta.” Hot breath washed over Aizawa’s neck.

Despite her best efforts she shivered and latched onto one of the large domineering hands. Her voice sounded innocent enough, but Aizawa knew better. Beneath that confident tone was loaded desire. All M-Toshi, she loved costumes, or well, costume play to be specific. Especially when it came to her cat-loving co-worker.

“Such praise is an honor coming from the great All Might.” Aizawa slurred with half-hearted turseness. All Might chuckled quietly. A broken chuckle that Aizawa recognized as Toshinori and not the boastful beast. It made Aizawa's heart and hands clench nervously.

“Soon enough that honor will mean nothing.” Toshinori words were somber but were said with a fond mirth.

“Is that the point of all this? One last hurrah before you finally let yourself retire?”

“In a way.”

Aizawa hummed in response. The songs began to slow. IT felt like Mic was going out of her way now to make it feel like a cheap middle school prom. Couples were drunkenly slow dancing with each other, others took this as a break to rest, drink and eat. Toshi turned Aizawa around in her arms with little resistance.

“You're starting to look tired Toshi.”

“It's almost been an hour and a half. Most of it I’ve been in this form.”

“What a waste.” Aizawa retorted with dry sarcasm.

The bulking figure stopped swaying and looked down on the younger adult.

“I know you hate this, that you hate,” All Might gestured to herself,” Me…” Aizawa opened her mouth to interject only to be silenced. “Soon enough though, this form will fade away and so will All Might. I’ll be forgotten. Only Toshinori Yagi will remain.” Aizawa stared up into sad blue eyes. She said it as if she was dying, as if she was already dead.

“You say that as if its bad thing.” Toshinori perked up in surprise. “All Might, you, have done more than enough for this world. The mantle of peace had been passed down. It's about time for Toshinori Yagi to take the spotlight and live out the rest of his life. Dontcha think?” Aizawa was stunned by how easily she was able to get that out.

And then she was pulled into an almost soul crushing hug.

“No one cares ab-”

“I do.” Toshinori let out a broken sob of a laugh.

“Always so quick to conclusions. I know you care, I know others care about Toshinori Yagi. No one else though. No one cares about the withering old husk that I come to be,” Her voice was feeble. A large glove hand caressed Aizawas face. “But that doesn't matter, because there is someone who loves that person. And it is enough. Toshinori Yagi is not alone anymore.” She was crying, she was beautiful. “I’m sorry, you already have to see me in a horrid state all the time, and now I’m here rambling nonsense to you.” She laughed and wiped away her tears as if they were nothing.

“Yagi I-” Before Aizawa could respond the speakers began blasting the other blondes screeching voice. Aizawa flinched and whipped around to glare down the woman.

When she turned around the mass of a woman was gone.

Aizawa scanned and searched through the crowd to find the star of the party. She should be easy to find at the crazy seven feet height she stood at. Aizawa felt her heart sink into her stomach. The bright hues blackened and dimmed, only serving to make her nauseous and upset.

Aizawa found her discarded bottle of Titos, and a corner deserving of her presence.

How sad. The drink didn't last as long as she had hoped. The party sure went on way long after it finished. It was almost early morning when the party thinned out to a few. A good majority of them had passed out amongst the furniture, leaving Aizawa to stumble over them as she made her way around. Aizawa had amazingly been able to fall asleep a couple of times throughout the night. It gave her some time to sober up a bit so she didn't feel particularly better or worse when she woke.

She found Toshinori struggling to maintain All Might in the kitchen. She was half out of it, steam billowing from her quivering form. Aizawa almost felt some pity for her. She was so convinced that her normal skin and bones were so disgusting that she couldn't even be herself in her off duty hours.

“Everyone's gone or knocked off their asses.” All Mights head shot up towards the sound of the brunettes voice.

She frowned and then smiled ruefully up at the other.

“Such a joke isn't it? I spout nonsense and then cry and abandon you. Tonight I was hoping to seduce you. Such a foolish idea after such a display.”

“Is that so?” Aizawa wondered bemusedly.

“Of course. I should've known you wouldn't be impressed by this, the costume, the party.”

“You are a fool,” Aizawa sighed. “To think that you would need anything to impress or seduce me with.”

“I know, even less so with this form right?” The blonde straightened up some.

“Yes. Then why are you still in it?” Aizawa stepped closer to crowd the woman. “If you're trying to seduce me?”

Toshinori looked off to the side red creeping up over her neck and features. With a billow of smoke she let herself finally de-buff.

Scraggly hands rushed to grab hold of the now way too big costume. Aizawa drank in the scene slowly, lovingly. Like savoring a fine wine. The velour fabric barely concealed the scrawny woman. She was swimming in the fabric. The only thing keeping it on were her hands. There was something about the loose covering outfit that was a lot more appetizing than when it was form fitting. Perhaps it was the way it was bashfully held onto, or the way she was able to see even more of her through the gaping holes of fabric she wasn't holding up.

The flush had consumed her face and shoulders, painting her already peachy skin darker in the most alluring hue.

“That's,” Aizawa hummed lowly. “That's more like it.” Toshi laughed broken and nervously.

“I still don't understand how you find me so appealing like this.”

“It's because it's you that I find it appealing.” Aizawa reached out to caress the velvet covered stomach. She felt lean and tired muscles twitch under fingers and smiled.

“Where’d the confidence go. I thought you were going to seduce me.”

“It's hard for me to be confident like th-” Toshi paused thoughtfully and smiled softly. “I don't have confidence when I'm like this….When I'm with you, like this.”

Aizawa was about to argue about how much she preferred her like this when she realized that wasn't what she meant. Not when she was Yagi, but when she was open, and vulnerable. As All Might she had to be unwavering, a rock to depend on. As Yagi though, she was weak, brittle, susceptible. Aizawa's face softened and she pulled the taller down into a soft deep kiss.

“Perhaps you should be the one seducing.” Toshinori mumbled against the shorter one's lips.

“Me existing is enough to seduce you.” Toshinori laughed and nodded.

“I can't help it. What am I to do when you're so enthralling. Especially dressed up like this.”

The blonde carefully reached out with one hand. Her long fingers skimmed up Aizawa's bare arms, stopping to trace at the scars littered across her skin. Aizawa felt the guilt seep through her touch when it ran over the scars. Yagi blamed herself for not being there to protect her, to protect the kids.

The forgotten velveteen fabric began to droop. The famished woman realized and flinched away in an effort to grab it, but was stopped by Aizawa's own hands.

“Keep touching me.”

“Surely you don't want to s-”

“I said,” Aizawa pressed her chest to Toshinori. Close enough to keep the outfit up by only her breasts. “Keep touching me.” She breathed hotly against the hero's lips.

Yagi made a gruntled noise in the back of her throat and continued caressing all the bare skin that was left uncovered. Gently, she moved her hands across Aizawa's back. She ran her hands down her spine until she hit the base of the fake cat tail hanging from the outfit. On the outside you couldn't tell if Aizawa was feeling anything at all. Just like how Aizawa was able to read her, Toshinori could too. She knew from the way her eyes slowly closed, how the eyelashes fluttered against pink cheeks, from the way her lips parted to let out a small sigh, she knew she was doing something right.

Suddenly a glass shattered to the floor and the two jumped and broke away from each other. They turned to find the source. Some passed out partier on the counter had rolled over in their sleep and knocked the bottle to the ground. No one else seemed to stir fortunately.

“Let's go.”

“Wha-? Where?”

“Your bedroom obviously, or would you rather someplace else?”

Toshinoris blush increased tenfold. She took the younger ones hand and led her to the bedroom, even though she knew the brunette knew where it was. Her hand trembled all the way there. She was nervous and second guessing herself as usual. Even if it wasn't their first time together in bed Toshinori always reacted as if it was. Kept things from getting dull Aizawa would tell herself, but the reality of it was sadder to recognize. She was always stuttering, blushing, a nervous blubbering mess when it came to this. She was so….insecure. She was so convinced that her body was ugly that she was ready to rejected at any given moment. Aizawa tried so hard each time to convince her that she was wanted, desired. At times it felt like fighting a losing battle. Yet, here she was.

Once the bedroom door closed behind them Aizawa wasted no time pushing the blonde against it. She paused to look deep into the shiny black and blue eyes. She stared unblinkingly as she pushed her thumbs under the leg holes of the blondes one piece. She traced up and along the piercing bones of her pelvis. Her eyelashes fluttered and her breath caught in her throat.

“It's a shame you didn't get this in your actual size,” Aizawa commented as her thumbs followed the hemline to her ass. “You would've been stunning.” Aizawa whispered into the shell of the blondes ear.

Toshinori had curled and hunched over once Aizawa had her hands on her ass. Toshi was frail, boney, and had little to no body fat. What made up for it was lean muscle that still clung to her from years of training to be All Might.

Yagi mumbled into Aizawas neck. Aizawa pulled back and got Yagi to straighten up. The heart shape of the onesie began to slope again, rolling down Yagi's chest. This time she did little to stop it. Aizawa eyed every inch of peachy skin hungrily. It fell off her chest and then shortly after, her bony hips, leaving the blonde giant standing in front of Aizawa in all her god given glory.

“No underwear?” Aizawa asked smugly in an attempt to calm her. Toshinori smiled through her blushed and folded her arms in front of her. “No, No.” Aizawa grabbed thin forearms.” Don't try to hide yourself, not from me.”

Toshinori reluctantly lets her arms fall to her sides. She was gangly and awkward, accentuated by the lack of clothes. All hard lines and deep inset grooves. Her body was hunched and mangled. She was a beautiful walking skeleton. Aizawa noticed her hands twitching and fidgeting at her sides. She was struggling not to cover the huge disgusting tangle of scars that took up the majority of her side. She was ghastly, lanky, and to Aizawa, absolutely gorgeous.

“You're posture is still egregious I see.” Aizawa joked, trying to get the other to relax and unwind. Yagi huffed out a laugh and smiled down at the other.

“How else would you be able to kiss me?”

Aizawa smiled and reached out to trace the stressed and taut features of the woman's face. From line of her cheeks to the fullness of her lips.

“You're beautiful.”

“You're drunk.”

“Was, doesn't make anything I say less true. Besides, have I ever said differently sober?” Yagi held her tongue. The brunette was right.

Aizawa was so resolute, steadfast in everything she did, this included. Yagi would give her that much. She never lied to her. Her honesty was brutal at times. It was what she needed to hear. This time was no different. Yagi's weak heart hammered against her shallow rib cage. She could feel blood rising and getting clumped in her throat. She refused to cough, less she kill this moment. Aizawa had assured her before that she didn't mind the blood or coughing, that she understood. It didn't make it less embarrassing though.

“I...Thank you.” Yagi said quietly under her breath.

“Can...Can I touch you Aizawa?” Aizawa smiled and nodded.

Yagi loved to give more than she liked to get. Aizawa had no problem with it if it made Yagi feel good in the end. Immediately her body was assaulted by gentle too-large hands. Aizawa gasped. Yagi's hands spoke more boldly than she did. Yagi's breath hitched as she groped velvet covered breasts.

“It looks so good on you. The costume.” Aizawa smiled at the waver in her voice. “My pretty little kitten.” Yagi spoke to herself.

Aizawa’s blood rushed to the surface of her face when she heard the passionate whisper close to her ear. Yagi seemed to notice the shiver that ran through the other.

“Do you like that? Being my pretty little pet?” Toshinori’s voice dropped an octave.

She was exploitative any time she found an opening. It was both incredibly hot and infuriating at the same time.

“Not as much as you like having me as a pet~.” She would gladly play Yagi's little game.

Toshinori sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth. The action caused her throat to tighten and before she had any say she began to sputter. Aizawa held her through it. The blonde felt shame seep into her skin as she continued to cough, gagging blood up, unfortunately, unto Aizawa's chest. Yagi's eyes opened wide in silent mortification and her coughing stilled in her rising panic. Aizawa looked bemusedly at the matted down velvet and her cherry colored chest. The blood wasn't very noticeable against the black but her chest was bright and shiny with the blood. Yagi frozen still, as she stared at the others chest.

“Huh.” Aizawa murmured and tried to smear the blood off her chest.

There was something perplexing and entrancing about the morbid scene. The stark red essence against the pale white of the skin was weirdly alluring.

“I-i’m so sorry, A-aizawa, I , I-”

“Need to clean me off.”

“Huh?” Yagi looked back at Aizawa's face quizzically. The brunette smiled and placed Toshinori’s hands on her cleavage.

“Clean me off, it's your mess, your responsibility.”

Toshinori stared with shocked silence. She had to have heard that wrong. She had to. There was no way Aizawa told her to smear her own blood off her tits. Aizawa was insistent. She pushed her chest into Toshinoris hands. So she reluctantly did what she was told.

She began by smearing the soft flesh with her thumbs. Aizawa purred and leaned forward into the touch. It didn't take long to actually get the blood off. It wasn't that much.

The blonde finally had enough of the fabric standing in her way and peeled the costume down enough to reveal her breasts. They perked up at the sudden cold and Aizawa bit her lip. Yagi went back to fondle the other teacher's chest. Aizawa groaned when Yagi flicked her nipples with the long fingernails of her thumbs. She gasped and arched when the nails bit into the sensitive skin of her tits. Aizawa grunted and tossed her head back. Toshinori found herself entranced by the hard line of her throat as it tilted back.

“A-aizawa.” Toshi breathed out as she reached out and traced the line of the extended throat. Aizawa hummed.

“Yes Yagi?”

Yagi coughed into her fist and began to peel away the rest of the tight black fabric encasing her lover. Aizawa smirked and helped the hero pull off the rest of the costume.

“I thought you of all people would enjoy the costume.” Yagi laughed at the playful comment.

“Oh, I do. I-i mean, you're stunning.” Yagi ran her hand through black tresses and played with the little ears perched on top. “Especially as a cute lil cat.”

Aizawa purposely purred this time and pressed herself against the lanky body.

“Your cute little cat.” Aizawa wrapped her arms around the other.

Her skin was warm, hot. She followed the crooks and grooves of her back with deft fingers. It wound the blonde more than she would like to let on. Her body was tense, tight, her arms flailing to find a comfortable place to be.

“Toshinori.” Yagi shivers.

“Yes?”

“Fuck me.”

A burst of electricity traveled up Yagi's spine. Instinctively she pushed the brunette off and threw her on the enormous bed. Aizawa looked right at home. She sunk into the fabric, her form and figure swimming in Yagi's red comforter.

“You fit the feline part very well.”

“Meow.” Aizawa says flatly

Yagi smiles and climbs on top of the brunette. She feels a little more comfortable in Aizawa's embrace. She relaxes and settles there above the other. Her body drapes over Aizawa, a large bony canopy. The blonde ran her large hand down the muscular planes of the others stomach, stopping tantalizingly close to her goal. Aizawa growled in frustration. Toshi smiled and leaned down to kiss delicately across Aizawa's chest. She took a nipple in her mouth and gently sucked as she slid her fingers down and teased the lips of her lover's sex. Aizawa let out a gasp as she finally got the physical contact she desired.

“God, you're so perfect.” Aizawa melted at the compliment and pulled the blonde into a chaste quick kiss.

“Ditto.” A leg hiked up between Yagi's thighs suddenly. Toshi bucked and jolted. “Get on with it #1.”

Toshi dove back in to wipe away the shit eating grin with her own mouth. She kissed her languidly, her tongue being granted access immediately. Her tongue still carried the heavy tang of blood. She ran her finger through the folds of her pussy and Aizawa groaned. It didn't take long for Aizawa to get frustrated with the gentle and teasing strokes and began bucking up and growling out her dissent. Toshi relented and finally pushed a finger into the warm velvet heat of Aizawa. Aizawa broke the kiss and tipped her head back. A long moan of relief passed her spit slicked lips.

Toshinori was enraptured at the performance taking place below her. Aizawa eyes closed, her eyelashes casting a light shadow on her red cheeks, her pale naked skin began to flush and sweat.

“Do, do you want another?”

“Fuck, yes. Please Y-yagi. Your little kitty needs more.” Aizawa leaned up to purr the demand in Yagi's ear.

Toshinoris entire being shivered and she resisted the desire pin the other to the bed and fuck her stupid and dumb.

Then again…

This is Aizawa...She probably wouldn't protest to that.

Toshi smiles and climbs on top of the brunette. Toshi feels a lil more comfortable in Aizawas embrace. She relaxes and settles there. Her body drapes over Aizawa, a large human canopy of bones and muscles. Aizawa growled in frustration. Toshi smiled and leaned down to kiss delicately across Aizawa's breast. She took a nipple in her mouth and sucked and let her fingers crawl down and teased the lips of the brunettes sex. Aizawa let out a pathetic sob of infuriated desperateness. She finally got the contact she desired, but it was so fleeting and soft that it did little to sate her.

“God, you're so perfect.” Aizawa melted at the compliment and pulled the blonde into a long passionate kiss.

“Ditto.” A leg hiked up between Toshinoris thighs suddenly. The large blonde nearly buckled at the suddenness of it. “Get on with it #1.”

Toshinori dove back in to wipe away the shit eating grin with her own mouth. She kissed her languidly while running her finger through the folds of her pussy gently. It didn't take long for Aizawa to get fed up with the gentle strokes and began bucking her hips up and growling out her dissent. Toshinori relented and finally pushed a finger into the warm velvet heat of Aizawa. Aizawa broke the kiss and tipped her head back. A single moan of relief passes her spit slicked lips.

Toshinori was in awe of the woman, her eyes closed, her eyelashes casting light shadows on her red cheeks, blush rising to her vast pale and naked skin, her hips following the gentle rhythm of Toshinoris finger.

“Do, do you want another?”

“Fuck! Yes, please Yagi, your little kitty needs more.” Aizawa had leaned up to purr the answer in Yagi's ear.

Toshinores entire being shivered. She pushed her middle finger in along with her index finger. There was little resistance as the digit joined the other. Aizawa keened and moaned softly. Yagi ave a couple of experimental thrusts to get Aizawa comfortable with the new addition before spreading her fingers apart. Aizawa arched her back and forced the fingers deeper insider. Yagi leaned down and sucked a spot on Aizawa's tipped back throat and used her spare hand to fondle and grope along her body.

“H-harder.” Aizawa panted it so softly Yagi wasn't completely sure if she heard it.

She obliged of course.

She thrust her fingers deeper and faster into the brunettes dripping pussy. The sound was disgustingly lewd to Yagi's ears. Aizawa's arousal coated Toshi's fingers, a bead of it trailed down Toshinoris bony fingers and down her knuckles. The wet shclick every time her fingers went in made blood rush to her own sex. Aizawa keened loudly and gripped the comforter surrounding her.

“F-fuck, yes, more Yagi please.”

“What do you need?” Yagi was eager to please.

Aizawa hiked her leg again, tossing Toshinori forward in the process. Her hand bent awkwardly and her chest was now eye level with Aizawa. Now within reach, Aizawa grabbed what she could of Toshinori's bony ass. She pulled the blonde down roughly against her thigh. Toshinori keened and moaned at the contact, the neglect making her hyper sensitive.

“My, my.~” Yagi groaned.”You're soaking. Do you enjoy watching me that much?” Aizawa teased.

“You didn't answer my question Aizawa.” Toshinori argued pathetically.

Aizawa smiled and rolled Yagi's hips listlessly against her leg.

“Harder Yagi, I want more. I want you to bite me and mark me. I want everyone to know that All Might fucked me,” She leaned up again, “And I want that hero to cum on my thigh after she grinds against it like the sexy bitch she is.” She fell back with a soft poof from the sheets and looked up expectantly at her lover.

Toshinori was floored, of course, she had never been so turned on in her life. She wondered briefly if it was the alcohol that was making her like this. She had a goal now. She started again with a renewed vigor.

When her teeth bit into the juncture of Aizawa's throat as the brunette nearly screamed. Once she was satisfied with one area she moved onto another. She bent awkwardly, attacking Aizawas flesh like a crazed animal. She pushed her fingers in as far as they could go and tried to go as fast as she could at the awkward angle her body was at.

Aizawa slapped her ass to remind her of the other task. The taller a bit surprised she was still paying attention. She moaned at the sting and stuttered her hips shyly against Aizawas leg. She imagined she had to look ridiculous curled over her co-worker.

Aizawa squirmed as she was brutally finger-fucked by the blonde. Her blue eyes were deep and piercing and was able to see the hero loved and feared. Under the frail mass of bones and skin she could feel the strength that held up her entire career, held up the world. Aizawa shivered under the weight of it, the possessiveness of it. She could break her in half if she willed it, something about that was so thrilling. She loved it. Absolutely loved it. She kicked her leg up some more to reciprocate as much as she could in her position. She could only reach so far down the long body as she was fucked roughly. Suddenly the fingers inside her curled and her body lurched. Stars burst from behind her eyes and blinded her momentarily.

“Fuck!”

Yagi paused. She curled her fingers once again experimentally and got the same reaction. A cold shiver ran down her spine. She bit deep into Aizawa's neck and brutally fingered the spot inside her with her long blunt fingers. Aizawa screamed. Strands of her hair flitted up and about as she lost control of herself and her quirk. She clawed at the peachy skin of the other heroes back.

“Are you close Shouta?” The woman in question growled deeply at the sound of her name.

“Y-yes, Toshinori. Fuck! I'm so, so close.” The brunette whined and grappled with the woman roughly.

Yagi added another finger. The stretch was all the extra stimulus Shouta needed. Toshinori felt a bit weak and light-headed as her lovers quirk activated. Black hair flowed upward like smoke, eyes wide and red, back arched like a finely tune bow. Her stomach went tight and her muscles convulsed sporadically around her fingers as she came. The sound Aizawa made alone was enough to push Toshinori close the to the edge of her sanity.

The cloud of hair fell slowly, along with her body. Yagi retreated hand, trying her best not to over stimulated the tired body.

“How are you Aizawa?” Aizawa stared at her blankly.

Instead of answering the tired woman grabbed the blondes wrist and took the long slick fingers into her mouth. The taste was tangy but not entirely distasteful. She was more interested in the reaction. She could tell just by how tense her hand got that Toshinori was pleased.

“I'm fantastic Toshinori.” Aizawa answered smugly as she popped the fingers out of her mouth.

“O-oh, good, that's good.” Toshinori bashfully laughed as her face flushed hotly.

“You're not very good at instructions though.” The large woman perked up, fear dancing across her features.

“I said,” She grabbed the blondes hips roughly, “ I want you to cum on me.” She slapped Toshinori’s thighs, jolting the woman against her.

The blonde squeaked, her legs buckled and she fell limply onto Aizawa. Aizawa seized the opportunity and wrapped her arms around the woman and held her tight against her.

“Cmon Toshi, baby.~” Toshi keened softly and began to slowly move her hips on her own.”There you go, you're so fucking sexy baby.” Aizawa breathed hotly against her neck.

Toshinori began to shake with the sensations. She was held in a boa vice against Aizawa's hot soft chest. Every movement and breath from Shouta just added to her edging hypersensitivity. Strong hands clawed at her ass and dirty words were whispered into her neck and her ears. It was too much for Toshinori.

“You're so wet Toshinori, so fucking wet for me,” Yagi choked and gasped, “I wonder how people would react if they saw big and great All Might grinding against some nobody like some fucking slut, some nasty whore.”

Yagi coughed and bit her tongue. Blood filled her mouth and she fought valiantly to keep her mouth shut. It was hard. Toshinori was sweating bullets. She tried no to let on how much she was enjoying the demeaning slurs coming from Aizawas lips. To no avail. Yagi could never escape the ever seeing eye of the smaller woman.

“Mmm, but no one will know. Only I get to see what a dirty bitch you are, don't I?” Toshinoris hand shot up to cover her mouth, Aizawa forced her hips down harder and faster, ”Because you're my dirty bitch aren't you?~” Yagi whined, tears brimming at the corner of her eyes.

“Say it. Toshinori, tell me what you are.”

Toshinori let go of her face and groaned. Blood trickled through her teeth.

“A-aiza-”

“Say it.” Blood pooled on the bed sheets as Yagi's mouth opened in a broken cry.

“Say it Toshinori.” A hard slapped was brought down on her ass.”

“I'm, I'm, a whore.” The blonde felt dizzy.

“Whose whore?”

“Y-yours,” Toshinori answer quietly which earned another spank. Toshinori threw her head back and cried out, tears flowing in streams down her red cheeks. “Yours! I-im your dirty w-whore Sho, Shouta.”

Aizawa held her by the nape of her neck, keeping the blondes body arched as she humped Aizawa's leg like a dog in heat. She cried and sobbed as she came, choking on her own blood and saliva.

Once she stopped spasming Aizawa let go of her throat and let her fall down deftly against her body. A good couple of minutes passed in a comfortable silence.

Yagi battled with herself to say something. She had intended to seduce her co-worker and confront her on unnamed relationship. In all honesty, she had no idea what she was doing, she didn't plan this far ahead. She was sure Shouta wasn't even going to show up at all. She wanted to understand where they stood. She wanted to know what Aizawa really felt for her, if this was just emotional sex, or whatever. Somehow it always ended up like this.

“I can feel you overthinking.” Yagi scoffed and laughed quietly.

“Am I that obvious?”

“When aren't you?” Aizawa paused. “What is it?” Toshinori was quiet as she tried to sort out what she wanted, needed to say.

“...What are we?” Toshinori regretted it the moment it came out.

Aizawa was silent. Every moment that passed without answered curled Toshinoris insides in panic.

“I love you Toshinori,” The blonde lifted herself on weak arms.” You know that. And….While I don't care for what All Might has done to you, I understand and admire what she stands for, what you stand for. I don't hate All Might, I just don't want to be All Might's lover...I want to be Toshinori Yagi's lover.” Shouta held the blondes face, forehead to forehead. “I want to be with you, if you'll have me.”

Toshinori smiled brightly.

“I love you Shouta.”

Toshinori fell back into Aizawas embrace, mindless to the mess beyond her bedroom door, to the passed out heroes on her apartment floor, to the world outside her window. In a moment of their hectic horror of life, she felt peace.

She felt loved.

#fanfiction #takes this pile o shit #erasermight #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #all might #toshinori yagi

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onlovestreetwithjimmorrison · 7 years

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This is for @lovedyouwild and @pop-tartqueen its a little follow up of what happened after Jim and his girls and The Doors left the Jerry Springer show!

John lay awake in his bed in the room next to Jim and his 2 girls. To say the walls were paper thin was an understatement. All nite long John heard moaning, groaning and screaming. Many times he heard Jim scream, “Suck harder. Daddy wants you to suck harder.” It made him want to throw up and quit the band. He didn't want to be associated with such a sleaze. He was worried people would think him a sleaze too.

John smiled when he heard Jim yell, “Hey just because my curls are short doesn't mean you can pull that hard on them! How hard would you be pulling if I still had my long hair?” Then the moaning started and John put his pillow over his head and tried to drown out the sound. He wasn't sure which girl Jim was with this time. He wondered how Jim had the energy to continuously engage in sexy time with two girls. John's thoughts were disturbed when he heard Jim scream, “That's it! Oh yeah! Suck it like there's no tomorrow! Harder! This is better than being a back door man!”

Finally having had enough John made his way to room 32 and barged in. He was disgusted at what he saw. Jim was tied up naked to the bed while both girls were in various states of undress. One girl was sucking him, the other pouring hot wax on his chest. Before he could say anything Robby wandered in. He was staying 3 rooms down from Jim. He had heard the noise too and wondered what was going on. Before Robby could say anything Ray showed up. He too had heard the screams and moans. All three Doors watched in disgust at the image playing out before them.

Ray took off his glasses and threw them over the balcony. Robby just looked at him. Ray said, “I can't see without my glass and I sure as hell don't want to see this.” Robby nodded understandingly. John said, “How the hell did this happen? This is not how I imagined being in a band would be. I thought we'd be brothers and you know bros before hoes. But Jim always puts his hoes before his bros.” Ray said, “Don't call those girls hoes. Its disrespectful and makes you come across as sleazy as Jim is. You are better than that.”

John left the room feeling disgusted and let down. He couldn't believe how sleazy his band mate was or that he'd rather be with those two girls than rehearsing. As he was walking John saw a girl coming towards him and eating a pop-tart. He walked up to her and said, “Hi pop-tart girl! I'm John Densmore. Want to go get something to eat? I'm in a band, The Doors, and our singer is a disgusting pervert. He's got two girls in there, one is sucking him and the other is pouring hot wax on his chest.” The girl smiled and said, “Room 32 right? That's where I'm headed. Jim asked me over.” John shook his head and screamed, “What the hell does he need with 3 girls? Its like a fucking concubine in there!”

Robby walked up to John and said, “Dang, that pop-tart girl is cute!” John shook his head and said, “Don't bother. I already tried. She's headed to Jim's room. Apparently he called her.” Just then Ray walked up and said, “Another girl? Why does he need 3 of them in there?” John said, “Hell if I know. Do you think he knows we have a concert tonite?” Robby said, “He'll just bring his girls with him. Those 2 follow him everywhere he goes and I mean everywhere. I saw them follow him in a port-a-potty once.” Ray said, “OMG! That is so gross. Can't he do anything alone. He is honestly the biggest sleaze I have ever met.” John said, “How about we get some lunch before rehearsal. I'm hungry. Maybe by the time we get to rehearsal Jim will be there too. Though I doubt it. He'd have to be untied from that damn bed first. Do you think he's got all 3 going at him?”

As they walked past his room to the stairs they heard Jim scream, “Oh yeah! Daddy likes it rough. Come on girls. Give it to me hard! That's right pop-tart girl you lick those pop-tart crumbs off of me!” Ray shook his head and said, “I think you have your answer John and Robby don't expect him to show up at rehearsal. We'll be lucky if he shows up to the concert tonite.” As they walked down the stairs John said, “He won't be able to sing he's been screaming all day and nite. I'm surprised he still has a voice at all after all the screaming he's done.” Ray said, “Its like a 24 hour orgy in that room.” Robby said, “How does he have the energy for it?” John said, “I don't want to know nor do I care. He's gross and sleazy and I hate being in a band with him.”

Ray stopped on the stair he was on an turned around to face John and Robby who were on the stairs behind him. He ran his hand through his smooth blonde hair and said, “Look I know none of us are pleased with Jim's behavior lately but you have to let it go. You can't call him disgusting or sleazy to his face. And John you can't quit the band either just because our singer is a sleazy sex crazed maniac.” John sighed and said, “I'm not going to quit and I won't say anything to sleaze ball either.” Ray smiled and said, “Good. Now lets go rehearse. We don't need sleaze ball at rehearsal. We are fine on our own. Besides if he keeps up his screaming he'll be kicked out of here soon enough.” John responded, “And you know how he is. They'll just do it in the parking lot. He'll do it anytime and anywhere with those girls.

The end.

#Jim Morrison #3 girls #Jerry Springer Show #Jerry Springer follow-up

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mystic-headcanons-r-us · 7 years

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RFA + Saeran and V finding mc sleeping in very weird places for example they find them sleeping on the kitchen counter bc they were waiting for the water to boil for their coffee xddd Oh and I LOVE YOUR HEAD CANNONS SO MUCH 😍😍😍

IMMEDIATE INSPIRATION FOR THIS ASK. THANKS FOR LOVING THE HEADCANNON S! i’m using your example cause i do what i want~Madre Mod

Yoosung

this boy is known for his long gaming sessions

this time he promised that he would be done by like….10 pm so you two can go out and about

He actually kept his word an logged off LOLOL at 10 pm and went to look for you.

An hour prior you told him that you was going to take a bath

He thought you would be out by now unless you’re like me and take a two hour bath/shower

he steps to the bathroom door and knocks like the polite cutie he is, he waits a bit for your response

but you don’t give him one

worried he announces that he’s coming in and walks in the bathroom

What he finds is chuckle worthy

You sitting in the tub asleep. Your neck is laying on the edge of said tub.

Yoosung unplugs the tub and wraps you in a fluffy towel before picking you up bridal style and walking to your shared bed

He sets you down gently and with a beet red face I might add put some undergarments on you.

Your night out is postponed for another night.

Zen

You both were doing some spring cleaning around the house

the chores were split in half so it could be finished by tonite

It was pretty fun!

Zen had the radio on so once in a while you both would start singing in harmony.

Or in Zen’s case. Dance with the broom.

near the end of the day You was getting tired from all the cleaning you did, and thankfully the last chore was to do the laundry

half way through the laundry you was getting REALLY tired.

So in your sleepy state, you got on top of the dryer and fell asleep.

The dryer was really warm.

Zen came to get the laundry so he could put them away when he found you on the dryer.

He simply shook his head and picked you up.

He walked to the living room and grabbed a blanket from nearby.

Laying himself down on the couch with you on top of him, he draped the blanket over you both. There you both took a nice afternoon nap.

Jaehee

You were determined.

You were determined to make Jaehee a perfect cup of coffee before she left for work.

She always gets up early to go to work, but that means you’re either sleeping or JUST waking up when she’s leaving.

So when you finally made her go to sleep you set your plan in motion.

Grabbing the mixes to make the perfect cup of Coffee full of love, you started preparing.

But you underestimated how long it takes to take a perfect cup of coffee

it was 3 in the morning when you figured out the measurements for the perfect cup.

You were getting sleepy when the hot contents were being poured into the coffee cup.

By the time you got the mug and was ready to pour you fell asleep.

Not that, “Imma just slump myself over the counter” kind of fell sleep

I mean that you fell asleep WHILE you was doing it. Basically you fell asleep, standing up while pouring a cup of hot coffee.

It spilled over the mug when it got full, and started spreading on the counter then finally onto the floor around you. you had slippers on don’t worry

Now Jaehee’s alarm woke her up mere seconds after you fell sleep, and when she left the bedroom to find you

she was very surprised.

Just imagine. Your S/O in the kitchen in their Pjs, standing up asleep while pouring coffee.

Her heart melts a little when she realizes that you were making the coffee for her.

She quickly cleans the mess and wakes you up a little so she can move you to bed.

“Jaehee……what are you doing???” “Dear i’m helping you back to bed, you’re tired.” “????But I was in bedd~” “Sure you were.”

She gives you a peck on the cheek before she walks skips to work.

Jumin

It’s not really strange to most people

but it is to him

You sleep in front of his home office door

but you only do it when he’s in the office

which is nearly every fucking night jfc

he found out when he opened the door to leave his office and you litteraly FELL into the office

every time since then he’s been more careful of opening the door

he chuckles everytime he sees it though

lowkey wonders why you do that

jumin go to fucking bed at a decent damn time and we won’t be having this issue

Seven

His hacking chair

This is where he finds you

all huddled up in the small chair, wearing his over sized sweater

when he realized you had nothing under it except underwear he might’ve popped a boner

“Aw my 606 fell asleep in the chair, completely unarmed and vulnerable~”

He proceeds to write on any skin he can get without waking you up

He writes ‘property of god seven’ on the back of your neck, drew kitty wiskers on your cheek and a little nose on your nose.

After that he moves you to the bed and spoons the shit out of you.

Proceeds to be attacked by pillows in the morning when you found out what he wrote and where

can’t see for shIT

anyway

You like to wonder off when you can’t sleep

which worries the shit out of V to no end

but you usually come back inside and fall asleep next to him.

this time you didn’t come back

V is very worried

starts thinking of the worst

V please they won’t leave you

With his limited vision he steps out of the house to look for you

He looks around the house first

when he looks up to see if you are on the roof he can barely make out the colors of your Pjs up there.

Blue Bean sighs in relief and carefully makes his way up to wake you up and get you in the house before you hurt yourself.

Saeran

It was a hot day in south(?) korea.

And the AC in Saeyoung’s bunker gave out

cue you, saeyoung and saeran walking around the house in y’all bathing suits.

While Saeyoung went to get a new AC unit, you and Saeran was trying to stay cool in the hot ass bunker

Saeran took one of many tubs of ice cream and just lay it on top of him

You however went for the next best thing!

The deep freezer!

You bent into the deep freezer and breathed in that cool air.

“Hey MC don’t melt my ice cream!” “And how could I do that??” “Cause you’re pretty hot.” “What?” “NOTHING!”

after that it was quiet for about twenty minutes, until saeran spoke up again.

“MC don’t freeze to death in there.” He got up and walked to your slumped form, poking you with his spoon.

Your response was a jerking motion and a snore.

You were asleep.

“Geez you fell asleep in the freezer.”

He picked you up and set you on the couch so you wouldn’t get sick.

To keep you from heating up he put a bag of peas on your stomach.

Thank Saeran.

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loseitall-ff · 7 years

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27. Part 2

“You think we are bad parents for letting Liana go with your mom?” Robyn asked, shaking my head “not really, what makes you think that? She is literally on the tour bus behind us, we good. Least we can chill, fuck, talk and then repeat the process” watching Big D take a seat across us “since when did the help be allowed on this bus” I can tell he is really nervous with me, am I that bad “Chris, you are so rude. Ignore him Damian” Robyn said, raising an eyebrow “I thought he was big dick?” Robyn scoffed hitting my arm “man come on, this is stupid” Big D said “I think it’s funny” Jen intervened “see, someone that is on my side” holding my hand out, Jen pushed my hand out of the way “don’t mean you ain’t a pain in the ass, you have not moved on. Mel is about to snap on you” I know she is “but seriously dickhead, I mean Damian” Robyn scoffed getting up from the couch “ok, ok, I will stop” I chuckled “I am giving you another chance Chris, if you keep playing I will fall out with you” Mel poked her head out from around the bunk beds “first, put your wig on and then we will speak” I need to stop because they are getting butt hurt “you mad with me?” I asked Big D “nah, I know you be playing” see he gets it.

I feel like nobody is talking to me now “y’all boring” rolling my eyes, filling the red cups with Ciroc “the hell do you want us to do?” Jen asked “and what are you doing with so much drink” opening a bottle of Corona “I am making you all less boring” picking the blunt up from the side of me and placing it between my lips, pouring the drink in the cup “this looks dangerous” Robyn mumbled, placing the empty bottle down, slowly rounding the red cups and picking them up. Blowing the smoke out from my nose as Jen, D, Mel took cups and then going to Robyn. She took the blunt away from my lips before taking her drink “first thing you steal is that, aight. So” sitting down next to Robyn “seeing as we are a small group, a very tight group of friends. We can trust, let’s play some drinking games. We finna play truth or dare but the only thing, we can only do nasty things with our partners and Jen I don’t mind being your partner” winking at her “can I take mr sexy over there” side eyeing “I rather kiss Rihanna, forget you men” Jen waved me off “whatever, so if you take a truth you have to drink half of the cup, if you fail a dare you drink a full cup. Got it? We are grown adults so we can do this” I hope so anyways.

I don’t want to go first “my bodyguard can go first” I grinned at him, he knows damn well I was coming for him “truth or dare, if you do truth I know you a little bitch then” Big D stared at me “truth” he said, he really don’t care “aight, ok. I got you. So let me be good, would you say that you love Mel?” Mel’ eyes widened “that is deep” she spat, he better answer wisely “I would do anything for her and she knows that, I would say that I see myself having a future with her” he has never said that to her before, I can tell “I’ll take that answer, damn. I wanted to kick you off the bus” Robyn cooed “he is so cute, look at him bless” my head slowly turning to Robyn “I think you about to get kicked off instead, don’t call him cute” she better quit “drank it” D held his cup up and placed it back down “so Jen, truth or dare?” I hope she does a dare, she is crazy “dare!” she said, Robyn gasped “I got one, you need to go to the front of the bus and flash them titties” Jen got up without a care, Robyn quickly got up to chase her but I am not about to watch that.

Hearing the girls screaming as they sat down “so come on breezy, you next. Truth or dare” chewing my bottom lip “I am scared but I do a dare, I ain’t no bitch nigga” Mel jumped up “I got a dare, suck on Robyn’ toe for at least a minute” I chuckled rubbing my chest “oh man, she ain’t even had a shower. She is stank too” looking over at Robyn, she hid her face “why me, this is nasty” I won’t back down to a dare “come on now” grabbing Robyn’ leg, placing it over my lap “you think I care? I done licked and sucked many of Robyn’ things” Robyn giggled hiding her face “oh god no” taking Robyn’ slide off her foot “which toe though? I prefer the big toe” these really think I won’t do it “hey, no recording me now, I ain’t finna do it then” pointing at Jen “no cameras” I don’t want her to be posting this, Jen placed her phone away as I leaned down and placed my mouth around Robyn’ toe, she let out a shriek as they all cheered. I couldn’t help but smile “Robyn is acting shy when I know she loving it” Mel said, sucking on her toe slowly.

I already feel a little tipsy actually, stepping off the tour bus. I need some air and also this bus needs some gas, I have no idea but I am finding shit funny. Feeling a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders “weee!” Jen screamed out, my back near giving out as Jen jumped off the step of the tour bus “holy shit” I said laughing “don’t drop mee!” she spat, hearing Mel laughing behind me “my back woman!” she let go of me “you are so damn skinny” Jen pushed me “I thought it was Robyn actually, little miss rude” walking back towards the tour bus, Robyn got off the tour bus “the other tour bus” I pointed as it drove by us, my baby is on that bus “I miss her” Robyn pouted, holding Robyn’ hand walking towards the store.

We have so much more booze, this is about to be funny as hell. Robyn wrapped her arm around mine as we walked slowly back to the tour bus “oh look, it’s the happy couple” I pointed out, Mel turned her head “it’s our stalker Christopher” Mel retorted “you see how rude this guy is, he is supposed to be protecting me but no, he is too busy holding hands with his girl. Let me protect the couple of here” walking off from Robyn “Chris, you are so childish” seeing a couple of people taking pictures as we walked by “no pictures people, the happy couple coming through” walking at the side of Big D “nigga, I hate yo ass” he was about to grab me but I moved away, I then realised he was chasing me, I ran off towards Robyn “baby, help me” grabbing Robyn and placing her in front of me “ok, come on now boys” she don’t want to be between us now.

I feel a little offended, I am sat on this bus while these women are saying us men are scrubs “I have money ok!” I said correcting them, what did I do to deserve this mess from these women. Side eyeing them “ok, turn this rubbish off” waving my hand around “Hanging out the passenger side of his best friend’s ride trying to holler at me, I don’t want no scrub” Robyn sang to me, grabbing Robyn’ arm and pulling her on to my lap and placing my hand over her mouth “stop it, can we stop this” I am so happy that this song is ending “stop with the women songs now” I hope it ends, the girls all shrieked as Robyn moved off my lap “oh man” hiding my face, Destiny’s Child – Say My Name. Shaking my head, I don’t approve. Rubbing my face until Robyn moved my arm away as she sat on my lap facing me “Any other day, I would call, you would say. “Baby, how’s your day?” But today, it ain’t the same” she sang to me “Every other word is “Uh huh”, “Yeah, okay” could it be that you, are at the crib with another lady. If you took it there, first of all let me say. I am not the one to sit around and be played. So prove yourself to me, I’m the girl that you claim. Why don’t you say the things that you said to me yesterday” looking at both Mel and Jen acting like Kelly and Michelle, they are really taking this out on me “I am not happy now” looking away from Robyn.

Side eyeing Robyn “men hating songs are banned, y’all ruined it” I said, I seem like a miserable guy but they have ruined the privilege “they went in on you though” D said “see, even he knows y’all did. Now we can sit in silence” Jen scoffed “hey, Michelle. Calm that ass down” I said, Jen threw the pillow at me, busting out laughing “you can still put songs on” Robyn said “you right I can, I think we should do a dance off. The person that can do the best Mary J impression wins, I love her dance moves” D chuckled hitting my arm “I think you would win that, remember that one time you made them girls do it” squinting my eyes at him “oh wait, when that one chick was thinking I was serious and started doing it” busting out laughing dapping D “I swear I didn’t know if to kick her out or applaud her” those were some fun times “you know what Damian, now that you date my friend. I want to know everything Chris was up too” here Robyn goes “blah, blah, blah! Let’s put the music back on” I am not about to hear this “nah, let me say something” D said, pausing the song “go on” he better keep his mouth closed “you know Rihanna, I never actually spoke on Chris to Mel. I just think Chris was in a dark place, when every bodyguard would ditch him for his ways I was around for him. The best Chris I like was when he was with Liana, but all I want to say is that I won’t disrespect the guy that employs me and gave me this opportunity” Robyn remained silent “how much are you paying this guy?” Jen said “can’t tell that” I didn’t even know he was going to say that.

Robyn finally made her way to me, sitting next to me as I listened to Montell Jordan – Get it on Tonite. Placing my phone down at the side of me “you love me?” She said over the music “all day everyday baby” looking down at my hand “I love you too” opening my arm out “come to daddy” Robyn shuffled over to me, pulling Robyn closer to me and pressing a kiss to her head “Girl if it’s alright, let’s go somewhere and get it on tonight. You shouldn’t have to be alone tonight, it’s one on one tonight, tonight” I sang to Robyn as she looked up at me, kissing her lips as I looked up at Mel taking a video of herself and D but I was in the background “niggas!!” Mel spat, putting a finger up at her. Robyn stuck her tongue out, pressing a kiss to Robyn’ cheek.

Not a very good time to be doing an interview after smoking and drinking so much but who cares, my mom has taken Liana to the hotel and we came straight here “how do fans know where I be, it’s crazy” stood next to the driver as he parked out front “I may be the person in the wrong with that” Mel said, I bet it was “what did you say?” smiling a little at the fans “I can’t go any further, we are trapped here” the driver said “I placed a message on one of the dancers post, they asked where we was at and I said radio interview at Capital” turning around “well they worked fast then, hopefully your boyfriend can get us out of here” he has been slacking a little or maybe it is just me, walking down the tour bus. Grabbing the Patron bottle “I need to get off this bus, is the security team not here?” D had the phone pressed against his ear “Rich and the crew are here” Mel said, thank god because I didn’t want to be pushing through that.

I still look after my baby “go ahead of me” I said to Robyn, holding Robyn’ arm as she stepped off the tour bus and followed her out “Chris, I love you!” the fans shouted “love y’all too” holding my hand up with the bottle in hand, Rich and Clay walked at the side of us as we got into the building. I have an audience in this place “little late?” my manager said, blinking at him “am I?” I thought I was on time “let’s just get upstairs” I think I am in trouble again “you mad with me again?” stepping into the elevator grabbing Robyn in with me, I want her close by “mad? Me? No” I smiled biting my bottom lip, he is so mad “fuck you Chris Brown” some female shouted as the elevator doors closed, my head moving to the side as the doors closed. Placing my hand between the door before they closed “you what?” I said “Chris” D grabbed my arm “how about you lose some weight you dumb bitch” I spat, the security escorting from what I can see someone that has made their way inside “get inside Chris come on” she put two fingers up at me “fuck em” turning around, people coming at me sideways “I was scared you was going to throw the bottle bruh” D said as I drank from the bottle “you ok?” Robyn asked, moving to the back of the elevator “I’m cool” there is always someone around to ruin someone’s mood.

Walking into the studio smiling “he’s finally here” Manny got up off from his seat “I have been so excited to meet you that I have to hug you” this guy is so short, he hugged me “oh man, I have never had this before. I only get this from women” he stepped back “it’s such a pleasure to meet you Chris” he got his hand out, shaking his hand “same, glad to be here. The love is appreciated, sorry I was late. You don’t mind if I drink though?” I am drinking a little too much but whatever “do what you want, I am just glad I am have you in my studio on my radio show. I have so much to talk about, I didn’t manage to talk to your manager but what questions can I ask?” sitting down waving him off “talk to me about anything, I am in the mood to talk” rubbing my face, I can’t believe that woman told me to fuck off, shit just irks me so much.

Placing the headphones on slowly “Manny Norte on Capital and I am blessed, you guys don’t know how happy I am to do this. I have Chris Brown, come on people” laughing at his reaction as some people in the studio started clapped cheering “yes, yes I am just so happy. I have always been a fan of you, I feel like there is nobody like you. Nobody in the industry can top your music at all, you are the next MJ, I swear you are” nodding my head smiling “blessed, thank you so much” I said, I do feel blessed when someone says I am like MJ “oh man, I just don’t know what to say to you. I am such a fan, ok. So let’s start this, how is the tour? How is the UK treating you?” bringing my head closer to the mic “good, I love it here because my fan base is big over here. Y’all gave me love when I wasn’t allowed here. Selling these dates back to back is a blessing and I thank you, I thank all of my fans” I do until the odd bitch starts saying shit “radio stations are full of your music no matter what, I think I was reading that your tickets sold out as soon as they came out” nodding my head laughing “my manager called me saying and I was like oh damn, I need to add another date but then I ended up adding two more dates and they got sold out. I got a lot of love in Europe and I love it here, I think I love it more now that I have my family with me” pointing behind me “yes Rihanna, we will get on to that after this song” I chuckled, I knew they wanted to ask that.

The music faded out “just to confirm again we have Chris Brown in the building with us, so you said you was with your family here. Where is the queen herself, Liana? I have heard some news that Liana has been crying at your meet and greets?” he said, busting out laughing “yeah, she didn’t like the fans hugging me, she got jealous. She threw things at fans, she fell out with me. She told Rihanna on me, I swear my daughter is a little problem but I love her so much. She is my angel, I couldn’t do without her at all” I miss my baby Liana now “she is modelling also? I always thought when Chris Brown and Rihanna have a child she would be a diva and she truly is, you are a very lucky man” looking behind me, seeing Robyn sat on the couch laughing “I am, I have changed. I know a lot of people don’t see it, but it is all about my family” which is true “that is beautiful to hear, I am so happy for you guys. Both of you are just happy, it’s a shame that when you read these blogs. Like the fact Mychal has said you was the cause of the breakup” rolling my eyes “there is only one thing I would love to do that nigga and is punch him in the mouth, if that nigga got some shit to say to me then tell him to come to my face. He been hiding from this fade for a while now” I swear I hate that nigga “is the feud because of Rihanna?” he asked “it is because of what he did, you know this nigga is hiding a dark secret. He ain’t no angel, I am coming for him” kissing my teeth “wow, deep fam. So what about what Rihanna’ brother said, seem a lot of negative vibes?” I wish I never said he can ask what he likes now “I don’t care what he says, I am still marrying his sister” I shrugged.

“What do you say to the rumours people read?” sighing out “I would tell them to believe what they want, I honestly don’t care anymore. I am so in love with Rihanna, I am marrying her and I will be having more babies with her. There ain’t nothing in this world that will stop me, I know I am being so open about this but I don’t care anymore. I am so settled in life, we are currently planning on where to move too. I know it’s taken me a while to settle but I regret it, trust me I do” Manny cooed out “I can see the passion, your passion is your future wife. That is amazing, like what a changed man you are” placing my hand over my heart “I was never happy without her” which is true.

Walking into the backroom after finishing the interview “am I missing the party?” I said smiling, they wasn’t even paying attention to me at all “Chris” Robyn reached her hand out “can I speak to you baby?” she got up, nodding my head. She pulled my hand as we walked out, following behind Robyn and I do not know where she is going. Robyn opened the door “this is the women’s bathroom?” I pointed, she didn’t care at all “what is wrong?” I said, what has happened “I just want to ask if you are ok? I know it upset you that someone shouted fuck off” rubbing the back of my head “I don’t care, I just wish people would let us be happy. Let us love each other, I am just annoyed and a little hurt. I just think people are not happy for us at all” I didn’t want to say this at all “I just feel like this shit is a dream and we aren’t really together” I said, Robyn frowned at me “Really? Baby, you never told me this, don’t ever feel like that. We are together and we will be ruling the world together. I love you so much Chris, I know when you are sad. I always feel it” Robyn touched my chest “I don’t want to lose you, your family mean so much to you Robyn. I am the person stood between you and them. I am the problem” I have no idea where this is coming from, maybe it’s the drink “you’re my problem, stop it now. Please stop, I won’t leave you Chris. I don’t care about my family, I will marry you right now, stop it. Stop this feeling, I would marry you without my family around” my eyes widened “really?” Robyn nodded “I am crazy for you” she wrapped her arms around my body “I am sorry, I am just tired. I feel like this negativity will strain us” blinking my eyes to stop my tears.

Resting my head on my Robyn’ lap “I think you’re tired and highly emotional, I feel bad now because I have not been looking after you” closing my eyes, I am just glad to be back on the tour bus “ohhhh Robyn being a bad wifey, stop dick riding him and getting high. I blame Robyn” Mel said, I smiled opening my eyes “leave her alone, I enjoy her. I like to stay awake to protect her” Mel sat down “well you’re all tired with a concert tomorrow, this day off was to rest but look at you. Fuck the haters though Chris, you don’t deserve the hate” feeling Robyn stroke my head “I am going to look after you, sorry. I have been keeping you awake and you are the one performing and doing the work, just close your eyes” grabbing Robyn’ hand and placing it on my cheek “leave your hand here, I feel better now” closing my eyes smiling.

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